- To: "'Les & Peg'" <lesnpeg@aol.com>
- Subject: FW: joke
- From: Winnie Marsh <winniem@equitrac.com>
- Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 09:28:40 -0700
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From: Lynda Ovena Mah[SMTP:lyndao@equitrac.com]
Sent: Thursday, July 23, 1998 9:30 AM
To: Becky Hanson; Chris Shinoda; Daisy Landas; Danny Ramos; Greg Pigott; Kim
Nguyen; Larry Tazuma; Lisa Allen; Lisa Wentz; Mark Wallace; Michael Handley;
Scott Sumpter; Shirley Mah; Tim Imanaka; Winnie Marsh; Ruby Francisco
Subject: Fw: joke
> >A police officer came upon a
> > .-`-,\__ terrible wreck where the driver
and
> > ."` `, passenger had been killed. As he
> > .'_. ._ `;. looked upon the wreckage a little
> > _ / ` ` `.\ .--. monkey came out of the brush and
> > /--,| 0) 0) )`_.-,) hopped around the crashed car. The
> > | ;.-----.__ _-'); / officer looked down at the monkey
> > '--./ `.`/ `"` and said "I wish you could talk."
> > : '` |. The monkey looked up at the officer
> > | \ / // and shook his head up and down.
> > \ '---' /' "You can understand what I'm
saying?"
> > `------' \ asked the officer. Again, the
monkey
> > _/ `--... shook his head up and down.
> > "Well, did you see this?"
> > "Yes" motioned the monkey.
> > "What happened?"
> > The monkey pretended to have a can in his hand and
> > turned it up by his mouth.
> > "They were drinking?" asked the officer.
> > "Yes."
> > "What else?"
> > The monkey pinched his fingers together and held them
> > to his mouth.
> > "They were smoking marijuana?"
> > "Yes."
> > "What else?"
> > The monkey motioned "Screwing."
> > "They were screwing, too?" asked the astounded
> > officer.
> > "Yes."
> > "Now wait, you're saying your owners were drinking,
> > smoking and screwing before they wrecked."
> > "Yes."
> > "What were you doing during all this?"
> > "Driving" motioned the monkey.
> >
> >---------------------------------------------------------
> >Thanks Jaxluvr.....talk about payback,lol...
> >
> >At a company Christmas party in Melbourne last year, the staff decided
to
> pull
> >a
> >joke on their boss who had a habit of playing serious practical jokes on
> >everyone else. When he went to the restroom they went through his wallet
> and
> >found his Tats Lotto ticket. Then they wrote down his numbers and called
> over
> >the waitress to set up a little prank.
> >
> >She came back half an hour later and asked if anyone wanted to know the
> >night's Lotto numbers. She then proceeded to read them out and left the
> >numbers on the table. (You can guess that he had picked the lot -
including
> >the supplementary!)
> >
> >The boss looked at the numbers, then casually pulled out his wallet and
> >compared them. He became really silent, put his wallet back in his
jacket
> and
> >sat down again, breathing rapidly, and looking totally blown away. After
a
> >couple of minutes he pulled out his wallet and Lotto ticket, and checked
> the
> >numbers again very carefully.
> >
> >Then he sculled his drink, stood up on his chair and shouted out to the
> whole
> >room, "I just want to let you all know something. I've been having an
> affair
> >with my secretary for months. I don't like any of you, and I have hated
> >working for this company. You can all go to Hell, 'cos I've just won a
> shit-
> >load of money, and I'm leaving...!"
> >
> >End of job. End of marriage. End of story.
> >
> >
>
>
