Q: How many vegans does it take to change a lightbulb ?
A: Two. One to change it and one to get out a copy of The Ethical Consumer (or similar) and discover to his/her horror that the manufacturer (Thorn Lighting) is part of Thorn EMI who are involved in, errrr, I dunno, testing software on mainframes or making farms for 3rd world potaters or something.
There was once a very prim and proper older lady who had a problem with passing gas. Since she came from a generation when people didn’t even talk about this kind of problem it took a long time for her to seek help. Finally, however, she was persuaded to consult her family doctor.
After she filled out all the proper forms and had waited about 20 minutes in the waiting room the doctor called her into his office, leaned back in his chair, folded his hands into a steeple and asked her how he could help.
“Doctor,” she said, “I have a very bad gas problem. Yesterday afternoon I had lunch with the Secretary of State and his wife and had six, um, er, ahhh… silent gas emissions. Last night I had dinner with the governor and his wife and had four silent gas emissions. Then, while sitting in your waiting room I had five silent gas emissions! Doctor, I might have fibromyalgia you’ve got to help me! What can we do?”
“Well,” said the doctor raising his voice a little, “I think the first thing we’re going to do is give you a hearing test.”
A fellow walks into a pet store and asks to buy a canary. The proprietor replies, “I’m fresh out, but I DO have a parakeet.” The customer insists on a canary, until the shop owner informs him that a parakeet can be made to sound like a canary if one files the beak just so. “But be careful not to file too much off, or the parakeet will drown when he goes to take a drink of water.” The potential customer decides that this is complete bullshit, but thanks the shop owner politely and leaves, sans parakeet. He goes into another pet shop and asks for a canary — no luck. “But”, says the shop owner, “I do have a parakeet, and if you file the beak just so, it can be made to sound just like a canary.” He goes on to explain that filing off too much beak will jeopardize the bird’s life, due to the potential for drowning when he takes a drink. The fellow finally decides that there is some merit to these claims and buys the parakeet. “Besides”, he thinks to himself, “parakeets are much cheaper.” His next stop is a hardware store, where after looking at some sinks he wanders into the file section, holding his recently purchased bird. The owner wanders by and asks of he needs some help. The new bird owner sheepishly explains how he intends to make his parakeet sing like a canary. The hardware store owner knowingly picks up a file and hands it to him. “Here, a Nichols #2 bastard file. But be careful not to file too much off, or the poor beastie might drown.” The bird and file owner thanks the hardware store owner and leaves for home.
A few weeks later, the bird owner wanders into the hardware store. The owner, recognizing him, asks how he made out with the parakeet. The fellow looks down and sadly reports “Bird’s dead”. The hardware store owner shares his sorrow and asks “Filed off too much beak?” To which the former bird owner replies “Nah, he was dead when I took him out of the vise.”
The other day I was eating in an Italian restaurant when I accidentally spilled some spaghetti sauce on my favorite white sweater.
I wasn’t too distressed, though, because Mr. Wong down on High Street has been doing my laundry for years, and I knew that he could remove just about any stain and get it out like it’d never been there.
So I took the sweater down to Wong’s Laundry and dropped it off; Mr. Wong said he’d probably be able to have it cleaned by Thursday, as he had lots of equestrian clothing from other clients to deal with first. So on Thursday afternoon after work I stopped by Wong’s again.
Mr. Wong looked quite distressed when he saw me. He brought out the sweater and, apologizing profusely, explained that somehow this stain was beyond even his power to expunge.
And sure enough, though fainter than before, there was still a distinct red stain on the sweater. In an attempt to make up for his failure, Mr. Wong offered to send the sweater to his brother across town, who had been in the laundry business for an even longer time, and who might have a clue as to the method of removal of this extraordinarily persistent stain.
The elder Wong brother would rush it through at no extra charge, and should have it looking as white and clean as new by Friday. So on Friday I went back to Wong’s to pick up my sweater, but when I arrived, Mr. Wong regretfully informed me that his brother, too, had failed to remove the red blotch. “No charge,” said Wong, “but you must take sweater elsewhere to clean.
The Moral: … Two Wongs cannot make a white.”
You Might Be a Technician if…
- you have ever tried to repair a $15.00 radio.
- you think of the gadgets in your office as “friends.”
- you think your computer looks better without the cover.
- you have ever purchased an electronic appliance “as is.”
- you have ever saved the power cord from a broken appliance.
- you think jokes about being unable to program a VCR are stupid.
- the salespeople at Circuit City can’t answer any of your questions.
- the microphone at a meeting doesn’t work and you rush up to fix it.
- you have a neatly sorted collection of old bolts and nuts in your garage.
- you own a set of itty-bitty screwdrivers and you actually know where they are.
- you just don’t have the heart to throw away the 100-in-1 electronics kit you got for your ninth birthday.
- you have never sat through an entire movie without having at least one device on your body beep or buzz.
Jane had just turned fifty and her best friend asked her:
So, what did your daughter give you for the big day, then?
“Top wrinkle cream!” Jane told her.
And what did she give you last year and the years before?
Jane did not reply right away.
“Wrinkles!”, she said after a few minutes.
A young man was walking through Target to pick up a few things when he noticed an old lady following him around near the baby gifts section. Thinking nothing of it, he ignored her and continued on. Finally he went to the checkout line, but she got in front of him.
“Pardon me,” she said, “I’m sorry if my staring at you has made you feel uncomfortable. It’s just that you look just like my son, who just died recently.”
“I’m very sorry,” replied the young man, “is there anything I can do for you?”
“Yes,” she said, “As I’m leaving, can you say ‘Good bye, Mother!’ ? It would make me feel so much better.”
“Sure,” answered the young man.
As the old woman was leaving, he called out, “Goodbye, Mother!”
As he stepped up to the checkout counter, he saw that his total was $127.50.
“How can that be?” he asked, “I only purchased a few things!”
“Your mother said that you would pay for her,” said the clerk.
A very successful real estate broker had a meeting with his new son-in-law. “I love my daughter, and now I welcome you into the family,” said the man. “To show you how much we care for you, I’m making you a 50-50 partner in my real estate Branson office. All you have to do is go to the office every day and learn the business.”
The son-in-law interrupted, “I hate office. I can’t stand agents.”
“I see,” replied the father-in-law. “Well, then you’ll work in the office and take charge of some the paperwork.”
“I hate paperwork,” said the son-on-law. “I can’t stand being stuck behind a desk all day.”
“Wait a minute,” said the father-in-law. “I just made you half-owner of my real estate office, but you don’t like office and won’t work in a office. What am I going to do with you?”
“Easy,” said the young man. “Buy me out.”
A auto insurance rep, an administration clerk and their manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a genie comes out in a puff of smoke. The Genie says, “I usually only grant three wishes, so I’ll give each of you just one.”
“Me first! Me first!” says the admin clerk. “I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.” Poof! She’s gone.
In astonishment, “Me next! Me next!” says the sales rep. “I want to be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.” Poof! He’s gone.
“OK, you’re up,” the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, “I want those two back in the office after lunch.”
Moral of story: always let your boss have the first say.
Hey, here’s a great idea for some practical jokes. Using LogoYes, you can create your very own logo and even get business cards made. They have hundreds of different designs and you can create logo you like, from Worlds Greatest Lover, all the way to World’s Smelliest Mouse. You get a pretty professional finish and the cards are the real thing, so you can pass them around to friends and enemies. Here’s a logo design I created earlier:
Ok, I’m not a mouse, but you get the idea!? Check them out.