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   From: bunghole-jonnie@lycos.com   
      
   On Jan 31, 10:55 am, "678.714.5764"  wrote:   
   > 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!"   
      
      
      
   LOL!  At last you came up with something that was   
   humorous ..........besides your self-outstupidications that is.   
      
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