XPost: alt.animals.ethics.vegetarian, rec.boats, can.politics   
   From: dereknash@groupmail.com   
      
   On Wed, 19 Jun 2019 13:22:46 -0700, Willie Denson   
   <678.714.5764@georgia_bell.com> 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!"   
      
   First posted more than 6 years ago on Thu, 31 Jan 2013 http://bit.ly/2KrE2pq   
      
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