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   On Thu, 31 Jan 2013 23:47:58 -0800 (PST), "Mr.Smartypants"   
    wrote:   
      
   >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!"   
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   >   
   >LOL!  At last you came up with something that was   
   >humorous ..........besides your self-outstupidications that is.   
      
       I didn't read much of the stupid looking (from my pov) shit but if there   
   was   
   anything the least bit humorous about it, it's almost a guarantee that if you   
   do   
   a search for the idea you'll find examples and know Goo didn't come up with it   
   himself. Remember the normal pattern with Goo is that when he tries to be   
   amusing it ends up being stupid, and it's only when he tries to be intelligent   
   that it sometimes ends up being hilarious.   
      
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