Email joke thread

MrBishop

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Couldn't find the last one..so here goes. :)


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So,... Donald Rumsfeld is briefing George Bush in the Oval Office.

"Oh and finally, sir, three Brazilian soldiers were killed in Iraq today."

Bush goes pale, his jaw hanging open in stunned disbelief. He buries his face in his hands, muttering "My God...My God".

"Mr. President," says Cheney, "we lose soldiers all the time, and it's terrible. But I've never seen you so upset. What's the matter?"

Bush looks up and says..."How many is a 'Brazilian'?"
 
I had a bunch of US dollars I needed to exchange so I went to the
currency exchange window at the local bank. Short line; just one guy
in front of me...

The guy in front of me was an Asian guy who was trying to exchange
yen for dollars and he was a little agitated... he asked the teller,
"Why it change?"

"Yestoday I get two hunat dolla fo yen - today I get hunat eighty?
Why it change?"

The teller says, "Fluctuations"

The Asian guy says, "Yeh, well fluc you white guys too"
 
Supposedly a real letter but I somehow doubt it: Funny as hell, however!

Paleoanthropology Division
Smithsonian Institute
207 Pennsylvania Avenue
Washington, DC 20078

Dear Sir:

Thank you for your latest submission to the Institute, labeled "211-D,
layer seven, next to the clothesline post. Hominid skull." We have
given this specimen a careful and detailed examination, and regret to
inform you that we disagree with your theory that it represents
"conclusive proof of the presence of Early Man in Charleston County
two million years ago." Rather, it appears that what you have found is
the head of a Barbie doll, of the variety one of our staff, who has
small children, believes to be the "Malibu Barbie."

It is evident that you have given a great deal of thought to the
analysis of this specimen, and you may be quite certain that those of
us who are familiar with your prior work in the field were loathe to
come to contradiction with your findings. However, we do feel that
there are a number of physical attributes of the specimen which might
have tipped you off to its modern origin:

1. The material is molded plastic. Ancient hominid remains are
typically fossilized bone.

2. The cranial capacity of the specimen is approximately 9 cubic
centimeters, well below the threshold of even the earliest
identified proto-hominids

3. The dentition pattern evident on the "skull" is more consistent
with the common domesticated dog than it is with the "ravenous man-
eating Pliocene clams" you speculate roamed the wetlands during
that time.

This latter finding is certainly one of the most intriguing hypotheses
you have submitted in your history with this institution, but the
evidence seems to weigh rather heavily against it. Without going into
too much detail, let us say that:

A. The specimen looks like the head of a Barbie doll that a dog has
chewed on.

B. Clams don't have teeth.

It is with feelings tinged with melancholy that we must deny your
request to have the specimen carbon dated. This is partially due to
the heavy load our lab must bear in its normal operation, and partly
due to carbon dating's notorious inaccuracy in fossils of recent
geologic record. To the best of our knowledge, no Barbie dolls were
produced prior to AD 1956, and carbon dating is likely to produce
wildly inaccurate results.

Sadly, we must also deny your request that we approach the National
Science Foundation's Phylogeny Department with the concept of
assigning your specimen the scientific name "Australopithecus spiff-
arino." Speaking personally, I, for one, fought tenaciously for the
acceptance of your proposed taxonomy, but was ultimately voted down
because the species name you selected was hyphenated, and didn't
really sound like it might be Latin.

However, we gladly accept your generous donation of this fascinating
specimen to the museum. While it is undoubtedly not a hominid fossil,
it is, nonetheless, yet another riveting example of the great body of
work you seem to accumulate here so effortlessly. You should know that
our Director has reserved a special shelf in his own office for the
display of the specimens you have previously submitted to the
Institution, and the entire staff speculates daily on what you will
happen upon next in your digs at the site you have discovered in your
back yard.

We eagerly anticipate your trip to our nation's capital that you
proposed in your last letter, and several of us are pressing the
Director to pay for it. We are particularly interested in hearing you
expand on your theories surrounding the "trans-positating
fillifitation of ferrous ions in a structural matrix" that makes the
excellent juvenile Tyrannosaurus rex femur you recently discovered
take on the deceptive appearance of a rusty 9-mm Sears Craftsman
automotive crescent wrench.

Yours in Science,
Harvey Rowe
Curator, Antiquities
 
A hippy gets on a bus and spies a pretty young nun. He sits down next to
her, and asks her:
Can we have sex ?"
No," she replies, "I'm married to God."
She then stands up, and gets off at the next stop.
The bus driver, who overheard, turns to the hippy and says "I can tell you
how to have sex with her !"
Yeah?", says the hippy.
Yeah", says the bus driver. "She goes to the cemetery every Tuesday night at
midnight to pray. So all you have to do is dress up in a robe with a hood,
put some of that luminous powder stuff in your beard, and pop up in the
cemetery claiming to be God"
The hippy decides to give it a try, and arrives in the cemetery dressed as
suggested on the next Tuesday night.
I am God," he declares to the nun, keeping the hood low about his face, "I
have ordained it. You must have sex with me."
The nun agrees without question, but begs him to restrict himself to anal
sex, as she is desperate not to lose her virginity.
God agrees, and promptly has his wicked way with her.
As he finishes, he jumps up and throws back his hood with a flourish.
"Ha-ha!," he cries. "I am the hippy!"
"Ha-ha!," cries the nun. "I'm the bus driver."
 
Jack was sitting in an airplane when another guy took the seat beside him. The new guy was an absolute wreck, pale, hands shaking, biting his nails and moaning in fear.

"Hey, pal, what's the matter?" Jack asked.
"Oh man..I've been transferred to Louisiana," the other guy answered. "There's crazy people in Louisiana and they have shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, the highest crime rate..."

"Hold on," Jack interrupted, "I've lived in Louisiana all my life, and it is not as bad as the media says. Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business, enroll your kids in a good school and it's as safe as anywhere in the world."

The other passenger relaxed and stopped shaking for a moment and said, "Oh, thank you. I've been worried to death, but if you live there and say it's OK, I'll take your word for it. What do you do for a living?"

"Me?" said Jack, "I'm a tail gunner on a Budweiser truck in Shreveport!"
 
I just got this one...

>A radio station in Australia ran a phone-in competition to find the most
>embarrassing moment in listener's lives.
>
>The final four were:
>
>4th Place.
>
>While in line
at the bank one afternoon, my toddler decided to release
>some pent-up energy and started to run amuck. I was finally able to grab
>hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other
>patrons.
>
>I told her that if she didn't start behaving herrself, right now, she
>would be punished. To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a
>voice just as threatening, 'If you don't let me go right now, I will
>tell Grandma I saw you kissing Daddy's willie last night.' After this
>enlightening exchange, the silence was deafening. Even the tellers
>stopped what they were doing. I mustered the last of my dignity and
>walked out of the bank, with my daughter in tow.
>
>The last thing I heard as the door closed behind me was screams of
>laughter.
>
>
>
>3rd
Place
>
>It was the day before my 18th birthday. I was living at home, but my
>parents had gone out for the evening, so I invited my girlfriend over
>for a romantic night alone. As we lay in bed after making love, we heard
>the telephone ringing downstairs. I suggested to my girlfriend that I
>give her a piggy-back ride down to the phone. Since we didn't want to
>miss the call, we didn't have time to get dressed. When we got to the
>bottom of the stairs, the lights suddenly came on as a whole crowd of
>people yelled "SURPRISE".
>
>My entire family - parents, and parents, aunts, uncles, cousins as well
>as my friends, were standing there. My girlfriend and I were frozen on
>the spot in a state of shock and embarrassment for what seemed like an
>eternity.
>
>Since then, no one in my family has
planned any surprise parties.
>
>
>
>2nd Place
>
>A lady picked up several items at a discount store. When she finally got
>up to the checkout, she learned that one of the items had no price tag.
>The checkout girl got on the public address system, which boomed out
>across the store for everyone to hear, Price check for Tampax supersize.
>But it got worse. Someone at the rear of the store apparently
>misunderstood word Tampax' for 'Thumbtacks', and replied in a business
>like tone, his voice booming over the same public address system: "Do
>you want the kind you push in with your thumb or the kind one you belt
>in with a hammer?"
>
>
>
>1st Place
>
>And the winner is . . .
>
>This happened at a major Australian University, during a
biology
>lecture.
>
>A professor was discussing the high glucose levels found in semen. A
>young woman raised her hand and asked, if I understand you correctly,
>you are saying there is as much glucose in male semen as in sugar? The
>professor responded, yes, that's correct adding some statistical data to
>his lecture. Raising her hand again, the girl asked, then why doesn't it
>taste sweet?
>
>After a stunned silence, the whole class burst out laughing. The poor
>girl turned bright red, and as she realised exactly what she had
>inadvertently said, she picked up her books, and without another word,
>walked out of the class.
>
>However, as she was heading for the door, the professor's reply was a
>classic.
>
>Totally straight faced, he answered her question. It doesn't taste
sweet
>because the taste-buds for sweetness are on the tip of your tongue and
>not in the back of your throat
>
 
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