12/23/2012

  • JOKES

    Texan With a New Car

    Three cowboys were hanging out in the bunkhouse. "I know that smart aleck Tex," said the first. "He's going to start bragging about that new foreign car he bought as soon as he gets back."

    "Not Tex," the second cowboy replied. "He'll always be just a good ol' boy. When he walks in, I'm sure all he'll say is hello."

    "I know Tex better than either of you," said the third. "He's so smart, he'll figure out a way to do both. Here he comes now." Tex swung open the bunkhouse door and shouted, "Audi, partners!"

    Car Company Names

    AUDI

    Accelerates Under Demonic Influence

    Always Unsafe Designs Implemented

    All Un-informed Drivers Insulted

    All Unnecessary Devices Installed

    BMW

    Big Money Works

    Bought My Wife

    Brutal Money Waster

    BUICK

    Big Ugly Indestructable Car Killer

    CHEVROLET

    Can Hear Every Valve Rap On Long Extended Trips Cheap, Hardly Efficient, Virtually Runs On Luck Every Time

    DODGE

    Dumb Old Dirty Gas Eater

    Drips Oil, Drops Grease Everywhere

    FORD

    Fix Or Repair Daily

    Found On Road, Dead

    Fast Only Rolling Downhill

    GM

    General Maintenance

    GMC

    Garage Man's Companion

    HONDA

    Had One Never Did Again

    Happy Owners Never Drive Anything else.

    Hated Old Noisy Damaged Auto

    HYUNDAI

    Hope You Understand Nothing's Driveable And Inexpensive?

    MAZDA

    Most Always Zipping Dangerously Along

    OLDSMOBILE

    Old Ladies Driving Slowly Make Others Behind Infuriatingly Late Every day.

    Overpriced, Leisurely Driven Sedan Made Of Buick's Irregular Leftover Equipment

    SAAB

    Send Another Automobile Back

    TOYOTA

    Too Often Yankees Overprice This Auto

    VOLVO

    Very Odd Looking Vehicular Object

    VW

    Virtually Worthless

    Shakespeare by Computer

    William Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 ("Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?") converted into the programming language ActionScript:

    var summer:Object = {};
    var thee:Object = {};

    summer.name = "Summer Day";
    thee.name = "Thee";

    summer.lovelyness = 9;
    thee.lovelyness = 10;

    summer.temperature = 98;
    thee.temperature = 98.6;

    summer.lease = new Date(2006, 7, 31).getTime() - new Date(2006, 5, 1).getTime();
    thee.lease = new Date(2042, 6, 12).getTime() - new Date(1970, 8, 25).getTime();

    summer.complexion = 0xFFCC33;
    thee.complexion = 0xFFCCCC;

    summer.fair = 10;
    thee.fair = 10;

    summer.getValue = function():Number {
    return --this.fair;
    };
    thee.getValue = function():Number {
    return this.fair;
    };

    summer.incrementTime = function():Number {
    return --this.lease;
    };
    thee.incrementTime = function():Number {
    return this.lease;
    };

    var man:Object = {};
    man.hasEyes = true;
    man.canBreathe = true;
    man.lease = 10000;
    man.liveLong = function():Void {
    this.lease *= 10;
    };
    man.giveLife = function(o:Object):Void {
    o.lease++;
    trace(o.name + " is given life");
    };
    man.compare = function(o1:Object, o2:Object):Void {
    if (this.canBreathe && this.hasEyes) {
    this.liveLong();
    var n1:Number = 0;
    var n2:Number = 0;
    var o1isBetter:Boolean;
    for (var i in o1) {
    if (typeof (o1[i]) == "function") {
    o1isBetter = o1[i]() > o2[i]() ? true : false;
    } else {
    o1isBetter = o1[i] > o2[i] ? true : false;
    }
    n1 += Number(o1isBetter);
    n2 += Number(!o1isBetter);
    }
    this.giveLife(n1 > n2 ? o1 : o2);
    }
    };

    man.compare(summer, thee);

    Navajo Hitchhiker

    Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road. As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride.

    With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car.

    Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo woman.

    The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally.

    "What's in the bag?" asked the old woman.

    Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, "It's a bottle of wine. I got it for my husband."

    The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two.

    Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said,

    "Good trade."

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