You Can’t Fix STUPID

You Can’t Fix STUPID

Idiotic ‘Millionaire’ Contestant Makes Worst Use Of Lifelines Ever

NEW YORK – Idaho resident Kathy Evans brought humiliation to her friends and family Tuesday when she set a new standard for stupidity with her appearance on the popular TV show, ‘Who Wants To Be A Millionaire.’

It seems that Evans, a 32-year-old wife and mother of two, got stuck on the first question, and proceeded to make what fans of the show are dubbing ‘the absolute worst use of lifelines ever.’

After being introduced to the show’s host Meredith Vieira, Evans assured her that she was ready to play, whereupon she was posed with an extremely easy $100 question. The question was: ‘Which of the following is the largest?’

A) A Peanut

B) A n Elephant

C) The Moon

D) Hey, who you calling large?

Immediately Mrs. Evans was struck with an all consuming panic as she realized that this was a question to which she did not readily know the answer.

‘Hmm, oh boy, that’s a toughie,’ said Evans, as Vieira did her level best to hide her disbelief and disgust. ‘I mean, I’m sure I’ve heard of some of these things before, but I have no idea how large they would be.’

Evans made the decision to use the first of her three lifelines, the 50/50. Answer s A and D were removed, leaving her to decide which was bigger, an elephant or the moon. However, faced with an incredibly easy question, Evans still remained unsure.

‘Oh! It removed the two I was leaning towards!’ exclaimed Evans. ‘Darn. I think I better phone a friend.’

Using the second of her two lifelines on the first question, Mrs. Evans asked to be connected with her friend Betsy, who is an office assistant.

‘Hi Betsy! How are you? This is Kathy! I’m on TV!’ said Evans, wasting the first seven seconds of her call. ‘Ok, I got an important question. Which of the following is the largest? B, an elephant, or C, the moon. 15 seconds hun.’

Betsy quickly replied that the answer was C, the moon. Evans proceeded to argue with her friend for the remaining ten seconds.

‘Come on Betsy, are you sure?’ said Evans. ‘How sure are you? Duh, that can’t be it.’
To everyone’s astonishment, the moronic Evans declined to take her friend’s advice and pick ‘The Moon.’

‘I just don’t know if I can trust Betsy. She’s not all that bright. So I think I’d like to ask the audience,’ said Evans.

Asked to vote on the correct answer, the audience returned 98% in favor o f answer C, ‘The Moon.’ Having used up all her lifelines, Evans then made the dumbest choice of her life.

‘Wow, seems like everybody is against what I’m thinking,’ said the too-stupid-to-live Evans. ‘But you know, sometimes you just got to go with your gut. So, let’s see. For which is larger, an elephant or the moon, I’m going to have to go with B, an elephant. Final answer.’

Evans sat before the dumbfounded audience, the only one waiting with bated breath, and was told that she was wrong, and that the answer was in fact, C, ‘The Moon.’

WHY MEN ARE NEVER DEPRESSED

WHY MEN ARE NEVER DEPRESSED

Men Are Just Happier People– What do you expect from such simple creatures?

Your last name stays put.

The garage is all yours.

Wedding plans take care of themselves.

Chocolate is just another snack.

You can be President.

You can never be pregnant.

You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park.

Car mechanics tell you the truth.

The world is your urinal.

You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.

You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.

Same work, more pay.

Wrinkles add character.

Wedding dress $1,000. Tux rental-$100.

People never stare at your chest when you’re talking to them.

New shoes don’t cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time.

Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.

You know stuff about tanks.

A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.

You can open all your own jars.

You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.

If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.

Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.

Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.

You almost never have strap problems in public.

You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.

Everything on your face stays its original colour.

The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.

You only have to shave your face and neck.

You can play with toys all your life.

You only need one wallet. One color for all seasons.

You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.

You can “do” your nails with a pocket knife.

You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.

You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

No wonder men are happier.

The Quarantine officer

The Quarantine officer

Read to the end of this story….  Do NOT scroll down.                                   
                                                                           

  A true story and its source was the Australian Quarantine Inspection Service in Adelaide.                                             
                                                                         
 A bloke and his family were on holidays in the United States and went to Mexico for a week.  An avid cactus fan, the man bought one-metre high,    rare and expensive cactus there.  On arrival back home Australian Customs said it must be quarantined for 3 months.                                

He finally got his cactus home.  Planted it in his backyard, and over time it grew to about 2 metres.  One evening while watering his garden  after a warm spring day, he gave the cactus a light spray.  He was amazed to see the plant shiver all over, he gave it another spray and it  shivered again.                                                          
                                                                        
                                                      
  He was puzzled so he rang the council who put him on to the state gardens people. After a few transfers he got the state’s foremost cactus expert  
  who asked him many questions.  How tall is it?  Has it flowered? Etc.    

                                                                           
  Finally he asked the most disturbing question. ‘Is your family in the house?’ The bloke answered yes.  The cactus expert said get out of the  house NOW, get on to the front nature strip and wait for me; I will be there in 20 minutes.                                                     

Fifteen minutes later, 2 fire trucks, 2 police cars and an ambulance came screaming around the corner.  A fireman got out and asked ‘Are you the   bloke with the cactus?’ I am, he said.  A guy jumped out of the fire truck wearing what looked like a space suit, a breathing cylinder and   mask attached to what looked like a scuba backpack with a large hose attached. He headed for the backyard and turned a flame-thrower on the   cactus spraying it up and down.                                          

After a few minutes the flame-thrower man stopped, the cactus stood smoking and spitting, half the fence was burnt and parts of the gardens  were well and truly scorched.  Just then the cactus expert appeared and  laid a calming hand on the bloke’s shoulder. ‘What the hell’s going on?’  he says. ‘Let me show you’ says the cactus man.  He went over to the cactus and picked away a crusty bit, the cactus was almost entirely      
  hollow and filled with tiger striped bird-eating tarantula spiders, each about the size of two hand spans.                                        

The story was that this type of spider lays eggs in this type of cactus and they hatch and live in it as they grow to full size.  When full size they release themselves.  The cactus just explodes and about 150 dinner plate sized hairy spiders are flung from it, dispersing everywhere. They  had been ready to pop.  The aftermath was that the house and the adjoining houses had to be vacated and fumigated: police tape was put up outside the whole area and no one was allowed in for two weeks.         

And here’s what one of the b*stards looks like sitting on a FULL SIZE dinner plate…..   

 

The Quarantine Officer

 

 

The Italian Job

The Italian Job

Got this in my email. No title at all, except that it is an mp3.  Just like to share this with you.  No intention of any racial slur. Just for fun.

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Bill Gates 11 Rules

Bill Gates 11 Rules

Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this! Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.

Rule 1: Life is not fair – get used to it!

Rule 2: The world won’t care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won’t be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.

Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.

Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.

Rule 6: If you mess up, it’s not your parents’ fault, so don’t whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren’t as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were.  So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent’s generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.

Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they’ll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn’t bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don’t get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time..

Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you’ll end up working for one.

Pun is fun? Or, fun is pun?

Pun is fun? Or, fun is pun?

What is pun?

“A pun is a phrase that deliberately exploits confusion between similar-sounding words for humorous or rhetorical effect.

“A pun may also cause confusion between two senses of the same written or spoken word, due to homophony, homography, homonymy, polysemy, or metaphorical usage. Walter Redfern has said: ‘To pun is to treat homonyms as synonyms’. Another definition has said that a pun is a word that has two different meanings used simultaneously. For example, in the phrase, ‘There is nothing punny about bad puns’, the pun takes place in the deliberate confusion of the implied word ‘funny’ by the substitution of the word ‘punny’, a heterophone of ‘funny’. By definition, puns must be deliberate; an involuntary substitution of similar words is called a malapropism.

“Puns are a form of word play, and can occur in all natural languages.”

Examples of Punny Quotations

“A pun is a shift of wit. A fart is a whift of shit.”

“A pun is its own reword.” — Dance Drier, British comedian

“Blunt and I made atrocious puns. I believe, indeed, that Miss Blunt herself made a little punkin, as I called it” —Henry James

“If puns are the lowest form of wit, are buns the lowest form of wheat?” — Piers Anthony, Author

“Immanuel doesn’t pun; he Kant.” — Oscar Wilde

“In the beginning was the pun.” — Samuel Beckett, Murphy

“Paris of Troy was so named because his mother had a considerable amount of gaul and married a Frenchman.” — Original Source Unknown.

“Pun (n.): the lowest form of humour” —Samuel Johnson, lexicographer

“Puns are the last refuge of the witless.” —another way of stating the above

“The goodness of the true pun is in the direct ratio of its intolerability.” — Edgar Allan Poe, Marginalia, 1849

“‘The man’, says Johnson, ‘that would make / A pun, would pick a pocket!’” .” — Lewis Carroll, “Phantasmagoria”, 1869

“The pun is mightier than the word.” — original source unknown

“95% words in the English language can be incorporated into word-play (while the other 5% can be ex-pun-ged as im-pun-etrable)” — Wayne Redhart (spoof top 500 reviewer on amazon.co.uk)

“You can tune a guitar, but you can’t tuna fish. Unless of course, you play bass.” —Douglas Adams

Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pun

Okay. Have pun!

Google’s automation is exceptionally good, but funny

Google’s automation is exceptionally good, but funny

I’m a great fan of Google. In fact, almost everything about Google, including Gmail.

But sometimes, I find Gmail’s advanced technology very unnerving, but funnnnny.

Have a look for example at the recent upgrade of Gmail’s mailbox space to 7055 megabytes. That’s a lot I know, but believe you me, there are those who can gobble up that much space.

Need more space. You are using zero percentage of your allocation. Want 7GB more?

But not me. But still, Google’s robot is asking if I want to upgrade from my practically zero usage to 7055 megabytes of space.

So what do you think? Should I upgrade to 7055 megabytes? Or should I tell Google’s robot to get lost!

Friday Funnies

Friday Funnies

If you think technology has changed the work world, just take a look at what’s happening in never-never land. A recent update reports that today:

Little Bo Peep never loses sheep because of their embedded silicon identity chips.

Hansel and Gretel use the GPS rather than breadcrumbs but have reported problems stuffing the wicked witch into her microwave oven.

Jack’s making a fortune on his beanstalk bioengineering breakthrough.

Romeo and Juliet avoid tragic problems by keeping in touch through their cell phones.

King Arthur has replaced that expensive round table with satellite videoconferencing.

The Pied Piper switched career fields after his tunes were bootlegged on Napster.

Gulliver is on sabbatical using up all his frequent flyer miles.

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As Pope Benedict was giving Pavarotti the last rights he pressed a note into Luciano’s hand and whispered to him “This is the referral you have to give to St Peter when you get to the gates of heaven. Pavarotti duly arrived at the Pearly Gates and St Peter asked “Do you have a referral, because you cannot enter without one?”

“Yes” answered Pavarotti as he hands over the note the Pope had given him St Peter reads it and opens the gate and bids Luciano enter. As he goes through Pavarotti asks St Peter what the note said.

St Peter answers “It says, here’s that Tenor I owe you.”

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An angel suddenly appears at a faculty meeting and tells the dean of the college that, in return for his unselfish and exemplary behavior, he will be given his choice of infinite wealth, wisdom or beauty. Without hesitating, the dean selects infinite wisdom.

“Done!” says the angel, and disappears in a cloud of smoke and a bolt of lightning.

Now, all heads turn toward the dean, who sits surrounded by a faint halo of light. At length, one of his colleagues whispers, “Say something wise.”

The dean looks at them and says, “I should have taken the money.”

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The young suitor was determined to win the heart of the woman he wanted to marry, in spite of her rejection of his proposal.

He began what can only be called a “Campaign” and sent her a token of his affection every day for a month to her house.

The plan was successful too — the young lady fell in love with the delivery man.

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“A Romanian man is in the hospital after getting drunk and swallowing 120 coins on a bet. Doctors monitoring his situation say so far, no change.” –Jay Leno

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Wife: “What are you doing?” Husband : Nothing.

Wife : “Nothing…? You’ve been reading our marriage certificate for an hour.”

Husband : “I was just looking for the expiration date.”

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Girl: “When we get married, I want to share all your worries, troubles and lighten your burden.”

Boy: “It’s very kind of you, darling, But I don’t have any worries or troubles.” Girl: “Well that’s because we aren’t married yet.”

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“Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla.” —Jim Bishop

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A true life account of Italian traffic:

We spent hours (seemed like) trying to stay alive while navigating the inner streets in Florence. The streets were a maze with random dead ends and one way bridges off two-way streets and motorcyclists passing on both sides. It seems there was a method to the madness though – we arrived home in New Zealand to find a traffic fine waiting for us.

We couldn’t quite make out the Italian but the photo clearly showed our little rental car driving the wrong way over one of those one-way bridges!

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It had been a very busy night on the maternity ward, with all the rooms full, and staff limited due to a nurse’s strike. In the chaos, a junior staff member helping out for the night had mixed up the identity tags of 3 newborn infants when they were brought into the nursery. As you can imagine, Matron was not happy!

Matron gathered together the 3 bleary eyed fathers (as it happened, a Kiwi, an Aussie, and a Samoan) to explain the situation. She then led the fathers into a room adjoining the nursery to identify their babies.

As soon as the 3 infants were wheeled in, the New Zealand man pounced towards the cots and picked up a very cute baby with dark curly hair, big brown eyes, and dark skin, exclaiming loudly “This one’s mine!”.

Matron pulled the Kiwi dad aside and said quietly, “Excuse me sir, but we’re pretty sure this baby belongs to the Petaia family – you see he looks very much to be of Pacific ethnicity”.

To which the kiwi dad answered “Yes, yes, I can see that.

But one of those other two is Australian and I’m just not willing to take the chance.”

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A Scotsman walking through a field, sees a man drinking water from a pool with his hand.

The Scotsman man shouts “Awa ye feel hoor thatâs full Oâ coos Sharn” (Don’t drink the water, it’s full of cow s * t.)

The man shouts back, “I’m English, Speak English, I don’t understand you”.

The Scotsman man shouts back “Use both hands, you’ll get more in.”

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An unfailingly polite lady called to ask for help with a Windows installation that had gone terribly wrong.

Customer: “I brought my Windows disks from work to install them on my home computer.” Training stresses that we are “not the Software Police,” so I let the little act of piracy slide.

Tech Support: “Umm-hmm. What happened?”

Customer: “As I put each disk in it turns out they weren’t initialized.”

Tech Support: “Do you remember the message exactly, ma’am?”

Customer: (proudly) “I wrote it down. ‘This is not a Macintosh disk. Would you like to initialize it?’”

Tech Support: “Er, what happened next?”

Customer: “After they were initialized, all the disks appeared to be blank. And now I brought them back to work, and I can’t read them in the A: drive; the PC wants to format them. And this is our only set of Windows disks for the whole office. Did I do something wrong?

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Golfing Trip

Golfing Trip

A guy receives an ad in the mail for a golf resort where everything costs one dollar. He jumps at the offer and heads off for a weekend of fun in the sun.

He arrives and plays a round of golf. It cost him a buck.

When he goes for dinner that evening, it costs him another buck. His room is only a buck a day! The day before he’s to check out, he heads out to play a last round and stops by the pro shop and charges a sleeve of three balls to his room.

When he’s checking out next morning, he looks at the bill and sees:

Golf: $1.00.
Dinner: $1.00.
Room: $1.00.
Sleeve of golf balls: $3,000.00

Calling over to the manager, he asks, “What is this all about?Everything is supposed to cost one dollar, and you charged me three thousand for three golf balls?”

I’m sorry, sir,” said the manager, “but you didn’t read the fine print in our promotional brochure. That’s what our golf balls cost.”

“Well,” said the man, “if I wanted to spend that kind of money, I could’ve gone to that luxury hotel across the street and paid them a thousand dollars a day for a room. At least I would’ve known what I was paying for!”

“That’s right, sir, you could have,” said the manager.”Over there they get you by the room. Over here we get you by the balls!”

New Zealand topless parade

New Zealand topless parade

Where is the world heading to?, you might ask.

For sure, not down under. In New Zealand perhaps? Could be. Have a read of this article that appeared in one of my favorite news sites, Reuters.

This has been a public service topless parade…
Posted by: Robert Basler

It’s time again for the Boobs on Bikes parade down in New Zealand, where porn stars exercise their right to ride topless on motorcycles in public. Last year, 80,000 people showed up to watch. I think that is the entire male population, but don’t hold me to that.

We have a video report on today’s parade, in which a woman watching the event tells us, “People need porn, some people can’t get it at home.”

I guess by that logic, topless parades are some sort of community service?

Cripes. I can’t get big chocolate doughnuts at home, but that doesn’t mean I expect to go downtown and find a Big Chocolate Doughnut Parade. Come to think of it, that would be kind of awesome, and if there was one, I would SO be there!

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