XPost: alt.conspiracy, alt.conspiracy.new-world-order, alt.curre   
   t-events.wtc.bush-knew   
   From: AdmiralPee@neveragainvolunteeryourself.com   
      
   "David Morgan (MAMS)" wrote in a message   
      
   > Two rednecks, Bubba and Cooter, decided that they weren't going   
   > anywhere in life and thought they should go to college to get ahead.   
   > Bubba goes in first, and the professor advises him to take math,   
   > history, and logic.   
   >   
   > "What's logic?" asked Bubba.   
   >   
   > The professor answered, "Let me give you an example. Do you own a   
   > weed-eater?"   
   >   
   > "I sure do," answered the redneck.   
   >   
   > Then I can assume, using logic, that you have a yard." replied the   
   > professor. The professor continued: "Logic will also tell me that   
   > since you have a yard, you also have a house."   
   >   
   > Impressed, the redneck shouted, "GAWL-LEEE!!"   
   >   
   > "And since you own a house and a house is tough to take care of by   
   > yourself, logic dictates that you have a wife."   
   >   
   > "Sally Mae! This is incredible!" (Bubba is obviously catching on.)   
   >   
   > "Finally, since you have a wife, logically I can assume that you are   
   > heterosexual rather than homosexual" said the professor.   
   >   
   > "You're absolutely right! Why that's the most fascinatin' thing I   
   > ever heerd of. I can't wait to take this here logic class."   
   >   
   > Bubba, proud of the new world opening up to him, walked back into   
   > the hallway where Cooter is still waiting.   
   >   
   > "So what classes are ya takin?" he asks.   
   >   
   > "Math, history, and logic," replies Bubba.   
   >   
   > "What in tarnation is logic?" asked Cooter.   
   >   
   > "Let me give you an example. Do ya own a weed-eater?"   
   >   
   > "No."   
   >   
   > "Well then.... you're a queer, ain't ya?"   
      
   I don't care what anyone says, that there's some funny stuff! ROFLMAO! :-D   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)