XPost: alt.animals.ethics.vegetarian, talk.politics.animals, alt.finance   
   XPost: rec.boats, can.politics   
   From: 678.714.5764@georgia_bell.com   
      
   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)