XPost: alt.animals.ethics.vegetarian, rec.boats, can.politics   
   From: holiday.marina@buford.ga   
      
   Fuckwit David Harrison was visiting the Eastbourne and Country Taxis   
   company and happened to meet with the managing director.  Fuckwit said,   
   "I'm thinking of starting a houseboat cleaning company back at Holiday   
   Marina.  Your company seems to run very efficiently.  What's the secret   
   to your success?"  The director replied, "You must surround yourself   
   with intelligent people."  Fuckwit said, "Okay, but how do I know if the   
   people I hire are intelligent?"  The director answered, "You must pose a   
   question to them that allows them to prove their intelligence.  Watch -   
   I'll demonstrate."  He pushed the button on his intercom to the cabbies'   
   lounge and said, "Please send Derek Nash into my office."  Derek   
   appeared a moment later, and the director asked him, "Derek, your   
   parents have a child, and it's not your brother and it's not your   
   sister.  Who is it?"  Derek answered promptly, "It would be me, of   
   course."  "Very good," the director said, and Derek returned to the   
   lounge.  Fuckwit was impressed.  "Thanks a lot for that.  I'll use it   
   when I get back to Lake Lanier."   
      
   When he returned, Fuckwit called Douchebag Ron Hamilton into the shack   
   serving as an office and put him to the test.  "Uh...your parents have a   
   child, and it ain't your brother and it ain't your sister.  Uh, who is   
   it?"  Douchebag thought for a moment but couldn't answer.  "Boss, I'll   
   have to get back to you on that," Douchebag said as he sidled out of the   
   shack.  He asked all his pals but they couldn't answer, either.  Then he   
   thought, "Rupert's the smartest 'vegan' I know.  I'll bet he knows the   
   answer!"  Douchebag looked up the University of Münster mathematics   
   department and called it, eventually reaching Rupert.  Douchebag said,   
   "Listen, Rupert - your parents have a child, and it's not your brother   
   and not your sister.  Who is it?"  Rupert quickly replied, "Why, it's   
   me, naturally!"  "Thanks, buddy, I owe you one," said Douchebag as he   
   hung up the phone.   
      
   Douchebag raced back to the shack and said, "*Goo*, I know the answer to   
   your riddle.  It's Rupert McCallum!"  Disgusted, Fuckwit slammed down a   
   dirty mop and shouted, "No, you stupid fuckwit - it's Derek Nash!"   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)