alas, people still gagged as they walked behind him.
Disheartened and down to his last few dollars, Bob walked sullenly down the street. On the corner of the block was a sign that read “World's Wisest Man! A solution to all your problems or your money back!'
Intrigued, Bob went in. After a short wait he was ushered in to a small room, where a monk with a long beard was meditating. A nameplate on one wall read “Weng Li”
Before Bob could say a word, Weng Li began to speak. 'Heed my words child. I know of the issues that plague you.”
Take this insect and let it climb along yourself every morning.”
Bewildered, Bob took the jar containing the bug and left. His his odor had ruined his life for years. Surely even this was worth a shot? Once home, he started to fall asleep.
He let the bug out and it all over him climbed on him for several minutes. Suddenly, Bob realized his odor was gone. Jumping for joy, he ran back into town to thank Weng Li.
“Weng Li! Weng Li! I dont smell anymore! How did you know that the bug would work?” Bob cried.
Weng Li gave a mysterious smile and said, “The moment my eyes fell upon you I knew all you needed was a deodor-ant.”
The farmer asked, "Which ones? The black cows or the white cows?"
"Let's say the black ones," the man replied.
"They produce about 10,000 liters a year," said the farmer.
"And the white ones?" asked the visitor.
"They produce about 10,000 liters a year too," the farmer said.
Puzzled, the man asked, "Well, what about their feed? How much do they eat?"
"Which ones? The black ones or the white ones?" the farmer asked again.
"The black ones," said the man.
"They eat about 20 kilos of grass a day," the farmer answered.
"And the white ones?"
"The white ones eat about 20 kilos of grass a day too," the farmer said.
The man, now thoroughly confused, asked, "Why do you keep asking me 'which ones' if the answer is always the same?"
The farmer replied, "Because the black ones are mine".
"Ah," said the man. "And the white ones?"
"The white ones are mine too," the farmer answered.
"What's the matter?" Jack asked.
"I've been transferred to New Orleans – there's crazy people there,” the guy replied. “They‘ve got lots of shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, poor public schools and the highest
crime rate."
Jack replied, "I've lived in New Orleans all my life. It's not as bad as the media says. Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own
business, enroll your kids in a nice private school. It's as safe a place as anywhere in the world."
The guy relaxed stopped shaking 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."
It has not yet been Michelin rated, but Goodyear gave us 4 stars
"If I hear one more person tell me how lousy a candidate Kerry is and how he can't win... Dammit, of COURSE he's a lousy candidate -- he's a Democrat, for heavens sake!" - Michael Moore, 9/20/2004
