Morris had just been hired as the new CEO of a large high tech corporation. The CEO who was stepping down met with him privately and presented him with three numbered envelopes….#1,#2,#3. Open these if you run up against a problem you dont think you can solve, the departing CEO said.
Well, things went along pretty smoothly, but six months later, sales took a downturn and Morris was really catching a lot of heat. About at his wits end, he remembered the envelopes. He went to his drawer and took out the first envelope. The message read, Blame your predecessor.
Morris, the new CEO called a press conference and tactfully laid the blame at the feet of the previous CEO. Satisfied with his comments, the press — and Wall Street — responded positively, sales began to pick up and the problem was soon behind him.
About a year later, the company was again experiencing a slight dip in sales, combined with serious product problems. Having learned from his previous experience, the CEO quickly opened the second envelope. The message read, Reorganize. This he did, and the company quickly rebounded.
After several consecutive profitable quarters, the company once again fell on difficult times. Morris went to his office, closed the door and opened the third envelope.
The message said, Prepare three envelopes.
You order a Double Whopper and he says, Hey, my name aint Rockefeller, honey.
Youve never heard someone speak with such passion about an ant farm.
He seems to know an awful lot about your shower routine.
Your dinner reservations are under Loser, party of 2
Hes especially proud of how long he can sustain a burp.
He calls to tell you hell pick you up, just as soon as the stand off with the police is over.
Hes been on Geraldo once and Jerry Springer, twice.
Darling, she whispered after they had finished making love, Will you still make love like that to me after were married ?
He considered this for a moment, and then replied, I think so.
Ive always been especially fond of married women.
Husband (Returning late from work ) : Good Evening Dear, Im
now logged in.
Wife : Have you brought the grocery ?
Husband : Bad command or filename.
Wife : But I told you in the morning?
Husband : Erroneous syntax.. Abort ?
Wife : What about my new TV?
Husband : Variable not found …
Wife : At least, give me your Credit Card, I want to do some
shopping.
Husband : Sharing Violation. Access denied …
Wife : Do you love me or do you only love computers or are you just
being funny ?
Husband : Too many parameters …
Wife : It was a great mistake that I married an idiot like you.
Husband : Data type mismatch.
Wife : You are a useless nut.
Husband : By Default.
Wife : What about your Salary ?
Husband : File in use … Try after some time.
Wife : Who was in the car this morning ?
Husband : System is unstable. Press CTRL + ALT + DEL to Reboot.
Wife : Are you going to drink some wine ?
Husband : File system is full.
Wife : What is the relation between u and your Receptionist ?
Husband : Only user in my WRITE group.
Wife : What is my value in the family ?
Husband : Unknown Virus.
From Little Moron Stories by Ernest W. Baughman, Hoosier Folklore Bulletin 1943. – Quoted in B.A. Botkin (ED) A Treasury of American Folklore, Newyork: Crown Publishers, 1944.
Little moron was painting the house when another one came up and said, Got a good hold on that brush?
Yep.
Well, if you are sure you got a good hold on that brush Ill borrow your ladder for a second.
O.K. but dont keep it long. The handle of this paint brush is kind of slippery.
Little morons wife send him down town after a bucket of ice. He came back with a pail of water. I got this for half price because it was melted.
Little moron took two slices of bread and went down and sat on the street corner waiting for the traffic jam. A big truck came along and gave him a jar.
Q: Why did the little moron go to the lumber yard?
A: To look for his draft board.
A guy was listening to his kid say his nightly prayers.
The kid says, Goodnight mommy, daddy, grandpa, and goodbye grandma.
The next day the grandma dies. The guy thinks this is really weird.
That night, the kid says Good-
night mommy, daddy, and goodbye grandpa The next day the grandpa dies.
The father thinks this is really weird. That night the kid says, Goodnight mommy, and goodbye daddy.
The father freaks. Hes thinking Im gonna die. So the next day he goes to work really slowly and carefully, and is nice to everyone at work.
At the end of the day, he drives home really carefully and collapses into a chair.
He says, Honey, can you get me a cup of coffee? Ive had a really bad day. She says YOUVE had a bad day! I found the mailman dead on the doorstep!
A little old lady goes to the doctor and says, Doctor, I have this
problem with gas, but it really doesnt bother me too much because
they never smell and are always silent. As a matter of fact, Ive
farted at least 20 times since Ive been here in your office.
The doctor says, I see, take these pills and come back to see me next
week.
The next week the lady goes back to his office. Doctor, she says, I
dont know what you gave me, but now my farts, although still silent,
stink terribly!
The doctor says, Good, Now that weve cleared up your sinuses, lets
work on your hearing.
Whats invisible & smells like carrots?
Bunny Farts!
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Four guys are drinking in a bar, bragging about their sons.
My son, the first one says, started out washing cars at dealership, but now owns the dealership and just gave one of his friends four new cars of his choice!
My son, said the second, started out serving lunch in a real estate office, but now owns the real estate office and just gave one of his friends a new mansion!
My son, said the third, started out sweeping the floors at the Stock Exchange, but now practically owns the Stock Exchange and just gave one of his friends a $1,000,000 in stock.
Well, the fourth guy said, my sons turned out to be a bit of a disappointment. Hes a gay hairdresser and he has SEVERAL boyfriends. On the plus side, between them, they gave him four cars, a mansion, and a million dollars in stock for his birthday.