Five people who have a job worse than yours
The San Francisco Zoo has an elephant named Calle who has a chronic
illness requiring medication. The zoo people couldn’t get Calle to take her dose orally,
so a California pharmacist developed a suppository. The 10-inch-long, four-pound,
cocoa-butter bullets are crafted by the good folks at Guittard Chocolates in Burlingame.
Administering the daily medication takes five zoo workers (FIVE people who have jobs worse
than yours!), including one person to distract Calle with treats, and one person who wears
a full-arm glove. Now stop complaining and get back to work.
Bill of No Rights
State Representative Mitchell Kaye from Cobb County, GA, wrote the
following (the order of the Articles has been changed from the original).
We, the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt to help
everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid any more riots, keep our
nation safe, promote positive behavior and secure the blessings of debt-free liberty to
ourselves and our great-great-great grandchildren, hereby try one more time to ordain and
establish some common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt-ridden, delusional
and other cry-baby, bleeding hearts. We hold these truths to be self-evident, that a whole
lot of people were confused by the Bill of Rights and are so dim that they require a Bill
of No Rights.
You do not have the right to never be offended.=A0 This country is based on freedom, and
that means freedom for everyone, not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel,
express a different opinion, etc., but the World is full of idiots, and probably always
You do not have the right to physically harm other people. If you kidnap, rape,
intentionally maim or kill someone, don’t be surprised if the rest of us want to see you
fry in the electric chair.
You don’t have the right to demand that our children risk their lives in foreign wars to
soothe your aching conscience. We hate oppressive governments and won’t lift a finger to
stop you from going to fight if you’d like However, we do not enjoy parenting the entire
world and do not want to spend so much of our time battling each and every little tyrant
with a military uniform and a funny hat.
You do not have the right to be free from harm. If you stick a screwdriver in your eye,
learn to be more careful, do not expect the tool manufacturer to make you and all your
relatives independently wealthy.
You do not have the right to a new car, big-screen TV or any other form of wealth. More
power to you if you can legally acquire them, but no one is guaranteeing anything.
You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If you rob, cheat, or coerce away
the goods or services of other citizens, don’t be surprised if the rest of us get together
and lock you away in a place where you still won’t have the right to a big-screen color TV
or life of leisure.
You do not have the right to a job. All of us sure want all of you to have one, and will
gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect you to take advantage of the
opportunities of education and vocational training laid before you to make yourself
You do not have the right to free food and housing. Americans are the most charitable
people to be found, and will gladly help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary
of subsidizing generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve
nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional couch potatoes.
You do not have the right to free health care. That would be nice, but from the looks of
public housing, you’re just not interested in good health.
You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American means that you have the right to
pursue happiness, which by the way, is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an
overabundance of idiotic laws created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of
Trying to keep warm in freezing weather, a 50 year old Cypriot huddled over his paraffin
heater. Accidentally overturning it, he set himself on fire, screaming in pain as his
clothes were engulfed he ran out of his abode and jumped into a nearby reservoir, where he
sunk like a stone and drowned.
The average cost of rehabilitating a seal after the Exxon Valdez oil spill in Alaska was
$80,000. At a special ceremony, two of the most expensively saved animals were released
back into the wild amid cheers and applause from onlookers. A minute later they were both
eaten by a killer whale.
A psychology student rented out her spare room to a carpenter in order to nag him
constantly and study his reactions. After weeks of needling, he snapped and beat her
repeatedly with an axe leaving her mentally retarded.
In 1992, Frank Perkins of Los Angeles made an attempt on the world flagpole-sitting
record. By the time he had come down, eight hours short of the 400 day record, his sponsor
had gone bust, his girlfriend had left him and his phone and electricity had been cut off.
A woman came home to find her husband in the kitchen, shaking frantically with what
looked like a wire running from his waist towards the electric kettle. Intending to jolt
him away from the deadly current she whacked him with a handy plank of wood by the back
door, breaking his arm in two places. A shame as he has merely been listening to his
Two animal rights protesters were protesting at the cruelty of sending pigs to a
slaughterhouse in Bonn. Suddenly the pigs, all two thousand of them, escaped through a
broken fence and stampeded, trampling the two hapless protesters to death.
And the last and best …..
Iraqi terrorist, Khay Rahnajet, didn’t pay enough postage on a letter bomb. It came back
with "return to sender" stamped on it. You’ve guessed it, he opened it and said
a fond farewell to his face.
True Story…taken from a Florida newspaper
A man was working on his motorcycle on his patio and his wife was in
the house in the kitchen. The man was racing the engine on the motorcycle and somehow, the
motorcycle slipped into gear. The man, still holding the handlebars, was dragged through a
glass patio door and the motorcycle dumped onto the floor inside the house.
The wife, hearing the crash, ran into the dining room, and found her
husband laying on the floor, cut and bleeding, the motorcycle laying next to him and the
patio door shattered. The wife ran to the phone and summoned an ambulance.
Because they lived on a fairly large hill, the wife went down the
several flights of long steps to the street to direct the paramedics to her husband.
After the ambulance arrived and transported the husband to the
hospital, the wife righted the motorcycle and pushed it outside. Seeing that gas had
spilled on the floor, the wife obtained some papers towels, blotted up the gasoline, and
threw the towels in the toilet.
The husband was treated at the hospital and was released to come home.
After arriving home, he looked at the shattered patio door and the
damage done to his motorcycle. He became despondent, went into the bathroom, sat on the
toilet and smoked a cigarette. After finishing the cigarette, he flipped it between his
legs into the toilet bowl while still seated.
The wife, who was in the kitchen, heard a loud explosion and her
husband screaming. She ran into the bathroom and found her husband laying on the floor.
His trousers had been blown away and he was suffering burns on the buttocks, the back of
his legs and his groin. The wife again ran to the phone and called for an ambulance.
The same ambulance crew was dispatched and the wife met them at the
street. The paramedics loaded the husband on the stretcher and began carrying him to the
street. While they were going down the stairs to the street accompanied by the wife, one
of the paramedics asked the wife how the husband had burned himself. She told them and the
paramedics started laughing so hard, one of them tipped the stretcher and dumped the
husband out. He fell down the remaining steps and broke his ankle.
These people survived to adulthood?!
I saw a lady at work today putting a credit card into her floppy drive and pulling it
out very quickly. I inquired as to what she was doing and she said she was shopping on the
internet, and they asked for a credit card number, so she was using the ATM
I worked with an individual who plugged their power strip back into itself and for the
life of them could not understand why their computer would not turn on.
1st Person: "Do you know anything about this fax-machine?"
2nd Person: "A little. Whats wrong?"
1st Person: "Well, I sent a fax, and the recipient called back to say all she
received was a cover-sheet and a blank page. I tried it again, and the same thing
2nd Person: "How did you load the sheet?"
1st Person: "Its a pretty sensitive memo, and I didnt want anyone else to
read it by accident, so I folded it so only the recipient would open it and read it."
I recently saw a distraught young lady weeping beside her car. "Do you need some
help?" I asked. She replied, "I knew I should have replaced the battery in this
remote door unlocker. Now I cant get into my car. "Do you think they (pointing
to a distant convenience store) would have a battery for this?"
"Hmmm, I dunno. Do you have an alarm, too?" I asked.
"No, just this remote thingy," she answered, handing it and the car
keys to me. As I took the key and manually unlocked the door, I replied, "Why
dont you drive over there and check about the batteries…its a long
Tech Support: "What does the screen say now.."
Person: "It says, Hit ENTER when ready."
Tech Support: "Well?"
Person: "How do I know when its ready?"
Several years ago we had an intern who was none too swift. One day he was typing and
turned to a secretary and said, "Im almost out of typing paper. What do I
"Just use copier machine paper," she told him. With that, the intern took his
last remaining blank piece of paper, put it on the photocopier and proceeded to make five
One of our servers crashed. I was watching our new system administrator trying to
restore it. He inserted a CD and needed to type a path name to a directory named
"i386." He started to type it and paused, asking me "Wheres the key
for that line thing?"
I asked what he was talking about, and he said, "You know, that one that looks like
an upside-down exclamation mark." I replied, "You mean the letter
"i"?" and he said, "Yeah, thats it!"
I was in a car dealership a while ago when a large new motor home was towed into the
garage. The front of the vehicle was in dire need of repair and the whole thing generally
looked like an extra in "Twister." I asked the manager what had happened. He
told me that the driver had set the cruise control, then went in back to make a sandwich.
On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia:
Here lies Ezekial Aikle
In a London, England cemetery:
Here lies Ann Mann,
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann.
Dec. 8, 1767
In a Ribbesford, England, cemetery:
The children of Israel wanted bread
And the Lord sent them manna,
Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife,
And the Devil sent him Anna.
Playing with names in a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery:
For not rising.
Memory of an accident in a Uniontown, Pennsylvania cemetery:
Here lies the body
of Jonathan Blake
Stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake.
In a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery:
Here lays Butch,
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger,
But slow on the draw.
A widow wrote this epitaph in a Vermont cemetery:
Sacred to the memory of
my husband John Barnes
who died January 3, 1803
His comely young widow, aged 23, has
many qualifications of a good wife, and
yearns to be comforted.
A lawyers epitaph in England:
Sir John Strange
Here lies an honest lawyer,
And that is Strange.
Someone determined to be anonymous in Stowe, Vermont:
I was somebody.
Who is no business
Lester Moore was a Wells, Fargo Co. station agent for Naco, Arizona in the cowboy days
of the 1880s. Hes buried in the Boot Hill Cemetery in Tombstone, Arizona:
Here lies Lester Moore
Four slugs from a .44
No Les No More.
A customer at Reigning Cats & Dogs pet store in Sacramento
wanted a winter coat for her dog. The manager suggested the best way to assure the right
size was to bring the dog in for a fitting. The woman declined: "If I bring her in
and she sees the coat, it won’t be a surprise on Christmas morning, will it?"
I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a phone call I had to
make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered nicely saying, "Hello?"
I politely said, "This is John, may I speak to Robin please?"
Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me! I couldn’t believe that
anyone could be that rude. I tracked down Robin’s correct number and called her. She had
transposed the last two digits incorrectly. After I hung up with Robin, I spotted the
wrong number still lying there on my desk. I decided to call it again. When the same
person once more answered, I yelled "You’re a jackass!" and hung up. Next to his
phone number I wrote the word "jackass," and put it in my desk drawer. Every
couple of weeks, when I was paying bills, or had a really bad day, I’d call him up. He’d
answer, and the I’d yell, "You’re a jackass!" It would always cheer me up.
Later in the year the phone company introduced caller ID. This was a
real disappointment for me, I would have to stop calling the jackass. Then one day I had
an idea. I dialed his number, then heard his voice, "Hello." I made up a name.
"Hi. This is the sales office of the telephone company and I’m just calling to see if
you’re familiar with our caller ID program?"
He went, "No!" and slammed the phone down.
I quickly called him back and said, "That’s because you’re a
(Keep reading, we’re not through with this guy.)
The old lady at the mall really took her time pulling out of the
parking space. I didn’t think she was ever going to leave. Finally, her car began to move
and she started to very slowly back out of the slot. I backed up a little more to give her
plenty of room to pull out. Great, I thought, she’s finally leaving. All of a sudden this
black Camaro come flying up the parking aisle in the wrong direction and pulls into her
space. I started honking my horn and yelling, "You can’t just do that, Buddy. I was
here first!" The guy climbed out of his Camaro completely ignoring me. He walked
toward the mall as if he didn’t even hear me. I thought to myself, this guy’s a jackass,
there sure a lot of jackasses in this world. I noticed he had a "For Sale" sign
in the back window of his car. I wrote down the number. Then I hunted for another place to
A couple of days later, I’m at home sitting at my desk. I had just
gotten off the phone after calling 555-4863 and yelling, "You’re a jackass!"
(It’s really easy to call him now since I have his number on speed dial.) I noticed the
phone number of the guy with the black Camaro lying on my desk and thought I’d better call
this guy, too.
After a couple rings someone answered the phone and said,
I said, "Is this the man with the black Camaro for sale?"
"Yes, it is."
"Can you tell me where I can see it?"
"Yes, I live at 2104 East 34th street. It’s a yellow house and the
car’s parked right out front."
I said, "What’s your name?"
"My name is Don H."
"When’s a good time to catch you, Don?"
"I’m home in the evenings."
"Listen Don, can I tell you something?"
"Don, you’re a jackass!" And I slammed the phone down. After
I hung up I added Don H’s number to my speed dialer.
For a while things seemed to be going better for me. Now when I had a
problem I had two jackasses to call. Then after several months of calling the jackasses
and hanging up on them, it just wasn’t as enjoyable as it used to be. I gave the problem
some serious thought and came up with a solution.
First, I had my phone dial Jackass #1. A man answered nicely saying,
I yelled "You’re a jackass!", but I didn’t hang up.
The jackass said, "Are you still there?"
I said, "Yeah."
He said, "Stop calling me."
I said, "No."
He said, "What’s your name, Pal?"
I said, "Don H."
He said "Where do you live?"
"2104 East 34th Street. It’s a yellow house and my black Camaro’s
parked out front."
"I’m coming over right now, Don. You’d better start saying your
"Yeah, like I’m really scared, Jackass!" and I hung up.
Then I called Jackass #2. He answered, "Hello."
I said, "Hello, Jackass!"
He said, "If I ever find out who you are…"
"I’ll kick your butt."
"Well, here’s your chance. I’m coming over right now
Jackass!" And I hung up.
Then I picked up the phone and called the police. I told them I was at
2104 East 34th Street and that I was going to kill my gay lover as soon as he got home.
Another quick call to Channel 13 about the gang war going on down W. 34th Street.
After that I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to
watch the whole thing. Glorious! If you want to watch two Jackasses kicking the crap out
of each other in front of 6 squad cars and a police helicopter, I taped it off the evening
History of a Specification
How Specs Live Forever!
The U.S. Standard Railroad Gauge (distance between the rails) is 4 feet, 8½ inches.
That’s an exceedingly odd number. Why was that size used? Because that’s the way
they built them in England, and the U.S. railroads were designed & built during the
Industrial Revolution by English expatriate engineers to accommodate English-built
Why did the English people build them like that? Because the first rail lines were
built by the same people who built the pre-railroad tramways, and that’s the gauge they
Why did they use that gauge then? Because the people who built the tramways used
the same jigs and tooling that they used for building wagons, which used that wheel
spacing. Okay, why did the wagons use that odd wheel spacing?
Well, if they tried to use any other spacing the wagons would break on some of the old
long distance roads in Europe & England. This was due to the old wheel ruts worn into
So who built these old rutted roads? The first long distance roads in Europe were built
by Imperial Rome for the benefit of their legions. The thoroughfares have been used ever
And the ruts? The initial ruts, which everyone else had to match for fear of destroying
their wagons, were first made by Roman war chariots. These chariots were designed to be
pulled by two horses hitched side-by-side. In order to roll smoothly, the chariot wheels
had to be spaced far enough apart to avoid the hoof marks left by the horses, yet not
protrude past the flanks of the horses to prevent entanglement with opposing traffic or
Since the chariots were made for or by Imperial Rome, they were all alike in the matter
of wheel spacing. Thus, we have the answer to the original questions. The United States
Standard Railroad Gauge of 4 feet, 8½ inches derives from the original specification for
an Imperial Roman army war chariot. Two thousand years later and a continent away, the
track layout of the entire U.S. railway network is based upon the fact that Imperial Roman
chariots were made to be just wide enough to accommodate the rear-ends of two war horses.
Specs and bureaucracies live forever. So, the next time you are handed a specification
and wonder if some horse’s ass came up with it, you may be exactly right.
From Olde England
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May and were
still smelling pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides
carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the b.o.
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with a high acid content caused some of
the lead to leach onto the food. This happened most often with tomatoes, so they stopped
eating tomatoes for 400 years.
You recycled what?
It will take a lot of recycled soda cans to pay back this
mistake. An employee smashing crates so the wood could be recycled accidentally
destroyed three new 737 rudders at Boeing’s factory in Renton, Wash. Boeing
officials were not sure how the unmarked crates were put on carts identifying them as
ready for disposal. The rudders cost an estimated $500,000.
Can you imagine working at the following Company? It has a little over 500 employees
with the following statistics:
29 have been accused of spousal abuse
7 have been arrested for fraud
19 have been accused of writing bad checks
117 have bankrupted at least two businesses
3 have been arrested for assault
71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit
14 have been arrested on drug-related charges
8 have been arrested for shoplifting
21 are current defendants in lawsuits
In 1998 alone, 84 were stopped for drunk driving
Can you guess which organization this is? Give up?
It’s the 535 members of your United States Congress. The same group that perpetually
cranks out hundreds upon hundreds of new laws designed to keep the rest of us in line.
How you can tell your ass is too small
The following is an accident report that was printed in the
newsletter of the British equivalent of the Workers’ Compensation Board.
I am writing in response to your request for additional information
in Block #3 of the accident report form. I put "Poor Planning" as the cause of
my accident. You asked for a fuller explanation and I trust the following details will be
I am a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I was working
alone on the roof of a new six-story building. When I completed my work, I found I had
some bricks left over which, when weighed later, were found to be slightly in excess of
500 lbs. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by
using a pulley which was attached to the side of the building at the sixth floor. Securing
the rope at ground level, I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out and loaded the
bricks into it. Then I went down and untied the rope, holding it tightly to insure a slow
descent of the bricks.
You will note in block #11 of the accident report form that my weight
is 135 lbs. Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my
presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rapid
rate up the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel,
which was now proceeding downward at an equally impressive speed. This explains the
fractured skull, minor abrasions and the broken collarbone, as listed in Section 3 of the
accident report form.
Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until
the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley.
Fortunately by this time I had regained my presence of mind and was
able to hold tightly to the rope, in spite of the excruciating pain I was now beginning to
experience. At approximately the same time however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground
and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Now devoid of the weight of the bricks, the barrel
weighed approximately 50 lbs. I refer you again to my weight.
As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the building. In the
vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two
fractured ankles, broken tooth and severe lacerations of my legs and lower body.
Here my luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrel
seemed to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of bricks and
fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked.
I am sorry to report, however, as I lay there on the pile of bricks in
pain, unable to move, I again lost my composure and presence of mind and let go of the
rope. I lay there watching the empty barrel begin its journey back down to me. This
explains the two broken legs.
This explains why I cited "poor planning" as the cause of the
Some days it just doesn’t pay!
Fire investigators on Maui have determined the cause of a blaze that
destroyed a $127,000 home last month – a short in the homeowner’s newly installed fire
prevention alarm system. "This is even worse than last year," said the
distraught homeowner, "when someone broke in and stole my new security