Subject: German Aircraft TermsJokes for the Week Ending January 17, 2003
German Aircraft Terms
Talking Dog
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Subject: German Aircraft Terms
In Tennessee, a guy sees a sign in front of a house, "Talking Dog for Sale"
He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard. The guy goes into the backyard and sees a black mutt just sitting there.
"You talk?", he asks. "Yep," the mutt replies.
So, what's your story?" The mutt looks up and says, "Well, I discovered this gift pretty young and I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies eight years running. The jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger and I wanted to settle down. So I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings there and was awarded a batch of medals. Had a wife, a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired."
The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog. The owner says, "Ten dollars."
The guy says, "This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him, so cheap?"
The owner replies, "He's such a liar. He didn't do any of that!"
When I was a kid adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were when they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning uphill both ways through year 'round blizzards carrying their younger siblings on their backs to their one-room schoolhouse where they maintained a straight-A average despite their full-time after-school job at the local textile mill where they worked for 35 cents an hour just to help keep their family from starving to death!
And I remember promising myself that when I grew up there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!
But....
Now that I've reached the ripe old age of twenty-nine, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so fuckin' easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a goddamned Utopia! And I hate to say it but you kids today you don't know how good you've got it!
I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The Internet — we wanted to know something, we had to go to the goddamned library and look it up ourselves!
And there was no email! We had to actually write somebody a letter — with a pen! — and then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the fuckin' mailbox and it would take like a week to get there!
And there were no MP3s or Napsters! You wanted to steal music, you had to go to the goddamned record store and shoplift it yourself!
Or we had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ'd usually talk over the beginning and fuck it all up!
You want to hear about hardship?
You couldn't just download porn! You had to bribe some homeless dude to buy you a copy of "Hustler" at the 7-11! It was either that or jackoff to the lingerie section of the JC Penney catalog!
Those were your options!
We didn't have fancy shit like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal!
And we didn't have fancy Caller ID Boxes either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was it could be your boss, your mom, a collections agent, your drug dealer, you didn't know!!! You just had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!
And we didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation videogames with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like "Space Invaders" and "Asteroids" and the graphics sucked ass! Your guy was a little square! You had to use your imagination! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen forever! And you could never win, the game just kept getting harder and faster until you died!
Just like LIFE!
When you went to the movie theater there no such thing as stadium seating! All the seats were the same height! A tall guy sat in front of you, you were screwed! And sure, we had cable television, but back then that was only like 20 channels and there was no onscreen menu! You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on!
And there was no Cartoon Network! You could only get cartoons on Saturday morning... D'ya hear what the fuck I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK, you spoiled little bastards!
That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy! You're spoiled, I swear to God! You guys wouldn't last five minutes back in 1984!
When the moon hits your eye, Like a big pizza pie,
That's amore.
When an eel bites your hand, And that's not what you planned,
That's a moray.
When our habits are strange, And our customs deranged,
That's our mores.
When your horse munches straw, And the bales total four,
That's some more hay.
When Othello's poor wife Becomes stabbed with a knife,
That's a Moor, eh?
When a Japanese knight, Uses his sword in a fight,
That's Samurai.
When your sheep go to graze, In a damp marshy place,
That's a moor, eh?
When your boat comes home fine, And you tie up her line,
That's a moor, eh?
When you ace your last tests, Like you did all the rest,
That's some more "A"s!
When on Mt. Cook you see, An aborigine,
That's a Maori.
Alley Oop's homeland has, A space gun with pizzazz,
That's a Moon ray...
A comedian ham, With the name Amsterdam,
That's a Morey.
When your chocolate graham, Is so full and so crammed,
That s'more, eh.
When you've had quite enough, Of this dumb rhyming stuff,
That's "No more!", eh?
Is the RIAA hacking? Techie news regarding MP3 swapping
The above RIAA hacking story was a hoax **
Do you know an ass from an elbow?
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