Awhile back, there was some really funny troller who'd post these long
long LONG posts about some supposedly Rube Goldberg-style DIY project
he was working on (i.e., I turned the blender on and my garage door
started going up and down, which blew a fuse, and now my washer won't
stop spinning, so I'm thinking of installing new brakes on the Maytag,
etc.).

If anyone knows the name of this poster so I can Google them, I'd
really appreciate it. A few, I laughed so hard my eyes weren't the
only things leaking (!).

wrote:
Awhile back, there was some really funny troller who'd post these long
long LONG posts about some supposedly Rube Goldberg-style DIY project
he was working on (i.e., I turned the blender on and my garage door
started going up and down, which blew a fuse, and now my washer won't
stop spinning, so I'm thinking of installing new brakes on the Maytag,
etc.).

If anyone knows the name of this poster so I can Google them, I'd
really appreciate it. A few, I laughed so hard my eyes weren't the
only things leaking (!).

I don't know if we can call someone who is actually funny, does not
insult or attempt to mislead or post something that could get someone hurt
if they did not catch on a troll. We need a new name for this kind. How
about the "benevolent troll."

--
Joseph Meehan

26 + 6 = 1 It's Irish Math

From:
Subject: Problem with my Electric Balls Rotator
Date: Thursday, January 15, 2004 11:44 AM

I recently bought the "Ronco" electric balls rotator. The
manufacturer said this thing will rotate my balls 20 times every
minute at the slow speed, and 180 times every minute at fast speed. I
thought this would be a worthwhile investment, since my balls were
just hanging there getting no use.

I clamped it to my shaft as directed. I connected it to the outlet,
and it began rotating. I adjusted it for a medium rotation speed and
it worked well for the first couple minutes. Suddenly it began
increasing in speed and within a few minutes it was operating at over
1200 rotations per minute, and the rotation meter was pegged and the
word "OVERLOAD" was flashing on the digital readout. That's when the
whole thing went crazy. My balls became entangled around each other,
and the left ball ended up on the right and the right on the left.
What a mess, and quite painful too. I pulled the plug and called
customer service.

I spoke with the main man, (Ron Ronco - company president). He told
me to push the button labelled "info", which I did. Then he asked me
to give him the code numbers, which I did. He said that the numbers
indicate that my balls are too large and too heavy for normal use, and
that considering this, it is normal for the machanics in the machine
to over compensate and increase speed. He told me that my balls do
not fit in the "normal range" for size and weight, and that there is
nothing he can do for me, and I will just have to use the machine as
is. I asked for a refund, and was told that they will not give
refunds due to personal physical abnormalities. I am really angry
about this, but it appears there is little I can do other than sue the
company and/or file a complaint with the Better Business Bureau.

I am asking if anyone might offer a means to change the mechanics in
this device by possibly modifying the voltage or power consumption to
compensate for my supposed abnormality. I'd also like to know if any
of you men who are using one of these devices are having any problems
with it?


Jerry Atrick


--

Christopher A. Young
Learn more about Jesus
www.lds.org
www.mormons.com


wrote in message
ups.com...
Awhile back, there was some really funny troller who'd post these long
long LONG posts about some supposedly Rube Goldberg-style DIY project
he was working on (i.e., I turned the blender on and my garage door
started going up and down, which blew a fuse, and now my washer won't
stop spinning, so I'm thinking of installing new brakes on the Maytag,
etc.).

If anyone knows the name of this poster so I can Google them, I'd
really appreciate it. A few, I laughed so hard my eyes weren't the
only things leaking (!).

There were a few that h ad me rolling on the floor. I saved one to disk,
and reposted it for you.

I do have a zany sense of humor, but this poster really did exceed anything
I ever could have hoped for.

--

Christopher A. Young
Learn more about Jesus
www.lds.org
www.mormons.com


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ups.com...
Awhile back, there was some really funny troller who'd post these long
long LONG posts about some supposedly Rube Goldberg-style DIY project
he was working on (i.e., I turned the blender on and my garage door
started going up and down, which blew a fuse, and now my washer won't
stop spinning, so I'm thinking of installing new brakes on the Maytag,
etc.).

If anyone knows the name of this poster so I can Google them, I'd
really appreciate it. A few, I laughed so hard my eyes weren't the
only things leaking (!).

Subject: Message from Santa Claus


To Whom It May Concern:

I regret to inform you that, effective immediately, I will no longer serve
the States of Alabama, Arkansas, Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, Mississippi,
North and South Carolina, Tennessee, Texas, Virginia and West Virginia on
Christmas Eve.

Due to the overwhelming current population of the earth, my contract was
renegotiated by North American Fairies and Elves Local 209. As part of
the new and better contract, I also get longer breaks for milk and cookies
so keep that in mind.

However, I'm certain that your children will be in good hands with your
local replacement, who happens to be my third cousin, Bubba Claus.

His side of the family is from the South Pole.

He shares my goal of delivering toys to all the good boys and girls;
however, there are a few differences between us.

Differences such as:

1. There is no danger of the Grinch stealing your presents from Bubba Claus.

He has a gun rack on his sleigh and a bumper sticker that reads:

"These toys insured by Smith and Wesson."

2. Instead of milk and cookies, Bubba Claus prefers that children leave a RC
Cola and pork rinds (or a moon pie) on the fireplace. And Bubba doesn't
smoke a pipe.

He dips a little snuff, so please have an empty spit can handy.

3. Bubba Claus' sleigh is pulled by floppy-eared, flyin' coon dogs instead
of reindeer.

I made the mistake of loaning him a couple of my reindeer one time, and
Blitzen's head now overlooks Bubba's fireplace.

4. You won't hear "On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner, and Blitzen..." when Bubba
Claus arrives. Instead, you'll hear, "On Earnhardt, on Andretti, on Elliott
and Petty."

5. "Ho, Ho, Ho" has been replaced by "Yee Haw" And you also are likely to
hear Bubba's elves respond, "I her'd dat".

6. As required by Southern highway laws, Bubba Claus' sleigh does have a
Yosemite Sam safety triangle on the back with the words "Back Off."

7. The usual Christmas movie classics such as "Miracle on 34th Street" and
"It's a Wonderful Life" will not be shown in your negotiated viewing area.
Instead, you'll see "Boss Hogg Saves Christmas" and "Smokey and the Bandit
IV" featuring Burt Reynolds as Bubba Claus and dozens of state patrol cars
crashing into each other.

And Finally,

8. Bubba Claus doesn't wear a belt. If I were you, I'd make sure you, the
wife, and the kids turn the other way when he bends over to put presents
under the tree.

Sincerely Yours,

Santa Claus

--

Christopher A. Young
Learn more about Jesus
www.lds.org
www.mormons.com


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ups.com...
Awhile back, there was some really funny troller who'd post these long
long LONG posts about some supposedly Rube Goldberg-style DIY project
he was working on (i.e., I turned the blender on and my garage door
started going up and down, which blew a fuse, and now my washer won't
stop spinning, so I'm thinking of installing new brakes on the Maytag,
etc.).

If anyone knows the name of this poster so I can Google them, I'd
really appreciate it. A few, I laughed so hard my eyes weren't the
only things leaking (!).

From: "Jack Turner"
Subject: 100 Evil Idea's
Date: Wednesday, March 10, 2004 9:22 AM

http://www.jt3k.co.uk/jokes/100evilideas.asp


Being an Evil Overlord seems to be a good career choice. It pays well, there
are all sorts of perks and you can set your own hours. However every Evil
Overlord I've read about in books or seen in movies invariably gets
overthrown and destroyed in the end. I've noticed that no matter whether
they are barbarian lords, deranged wizards, mad scientists or alien
invaders, they always seem to make the same basic mistakes every single
time. With that in mind, allow me to present "The Top 100 Things I'd Do If I
Ever Became An Evil Overlord . . ."

~

· My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear Plexiglas visors, not
face-concealing ones.

· My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through.

· My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be killed, not kept
anonymously imprisoned in a forgotten cell of my dungeon.

· Shooting is not too good for my enemies.

· The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the
Mountain of Despair beyond the River of Fire guarded by the Dragons of
Eternity. It will be in my safe-deposit box. The same applies to the object
which is my one weakness.

· I will not gloat over my enemies' predicament before killing them.

· When I've captured my adversary and he says, "Look, before you kill me,
will you at least tell me what this is all about?" I'll say, "No." and shoot
him. No, on second thought I'll shoot him then say "No."

· After I kidnap the beautiful princess, we will be married immediately in a
quiet civil ceremony, not a lavish spectacle in three weeks' time during
which the final phase of my plan will be carried out.

· I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary.
If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button labeled "Danger: Do
Not Push". The big red button marked "Do Not Push" will instead trigger a
spray of bullets on anyone stupid enough to disregard it. Similarly, the
ON/OFF switch will not clearly be labeled as such.

· I will not interrogate my enemies in the inner sanctum -- a small hotel
well outside my borders will work just as well.

· I will be secure in my superiority. Therefore, I will feel no need to
prove it by leaving clues in the form of riddles or leaving my weaker
enemies alive to show they pose no threat.

· One of my advisors will be an average five-year-old child. Any flaws in my
plan that he is able to spot will be corrected before implementation.

· All slain enemies will be cremated, or at least have several rounds of
ammunition emptied into them, not left for dead at the bottom of the cliff.
The announcement of their deaths, as well as any accompanying celebration,
will be deferred until after the aforementioned disposal.

· The hero is not entitled to a last kiss, a last cigarette, or any other
form of last request.

· I will never employ any device with a digital countdown. If I find that
such a device is absolutely unavoidable, I will set it to activate when the
counter reaches 117 and the hero is just putting his plan into operation.

· I will never utter the sentence "But before I kill you, there's just one
thing I want to know."

· When I employ people as advisors, I will occasionally listen to their
advice.

· I will not have a son. Although his laughably under-planned attempt to
usurp power would easily fail, it would provide a fatal distraction at a
crucial point in time.

· I will not have a daughter. She would be as beautiful as she was evil, but
one look at the hero's rugged countenance and she'd betray her own father.

· Despite its proven stress-relieving effect, I will not indulge in maniacal
laughter. When so occupied, it's too easy to miss unexpected developments
that a more attentive individual could adjust to accordingly.

· I will hire a talented fashion designer to create original uniforms for my
Legions of Terror, as opposed to some cheap knock-offs that make them look
like Nazi stormtroopers, Roman footsoldiers, or savage Mongol hordes. All
were eventually defeated and I want my troops to have a more positive
mind-set.

· No matter how tempted I am with the prospect of unlimited power, I will
not consume any energy field bigger than my head.

· I will keep a special cache of low-tech weapons and train my troops in
their use. That way -- even if the heroes manage to neutralize my power
generator and/or render the standard-issue energy weapons useless -- my
troops will not be overrun by a handful of savages armed with spears and
rocks.

· I will maintain a realistic assessment of my strengths and weaknesses.
Even though this takes some of the fun out of the job, at least I will never
utter the line "No, this cannot be! I AM INVINCIBLE!!!" (After that, death
is usually instantaneous.)

· No matter how well it would perform, I will never construct any sort of
machinery which is completely indestructible except for one small and
virtually inaccessible vulnerable spot.

· No matter how attractive certain members of the rebellion are, there is
probably someone just as attractive who is not desperate to kill me.
Therefore, I will think twice before ordering a prisoner sent to my
bedchamber.

· I will never build only one of anything important. All important systems
will have redundant control panels and power supplies. For the same reason I
will always carry at least two fully loaded weapons at all times.

· My pet monster will be kept in a secure cage from which it cannot escape
and into which I could not accidentally stumble.

· I will dress in bright and cheery colors, and so throw my enemies into
confusion.

· All bumbling conjurers, clumsy squires, no-talent bards, and cowardly
thieves in the land will be preemptively put to death. My foes will surely
give up and abandon their quest if they have no source of comic relief.

· All naive, busty tavern wenches in my realm will be replaced with surly,
world-weary waitresses who will provide no unexpected reinforcement and/or
romantic subplot for the hero or his sidekick.

· I will not fly into a rage and kill a messenger who brings me bad news
just to illustrate how evil I really am. Good messengers are hard to come
by.

· I won't require high-ranking female members of my organization to wear a
stainless-steel bustier. Morale is better with a more casual dress-code.
Similarly, outfits made entirely from black leather will be reserved for
formal occasions.

· I will not turn into a snake. It never helps.

· I will not grow a goatee. In the old days they made you look diabolic. Now
they just make you look like a disaffected member of Generation X.

· I will not imprison members of the same party in the same cell block, let
alone the same cell. If they are important prisoners, I will keep the only
key to the cell door on my person instead of handing out copies to every
bottom-rung guard in the prison.

· If my trusted lieutenant tells me my Legions of Terror are losing a
battle, I will believe him. After all, he's my trusted lieutenant.

· If an enemy I have just killed has a younger sibling or offspring
anywhere, I will find them and have them killed immediately, instead of
waiting for them to grow up harboring feelings of vengeance towards me in my
old age.

· If I absolutely must ride into battle, I will certainly not ride at the
forefront of my Legions of Terror, nor will I seek out my opposite number
among his army.

· I will be neither chivalrous nor sporting. If I have an unstoppable
superweapon, I will use it as early and as often as possible instead of
keeping it in reserve.

· Once my power is secure, I will destroy all those pesky time-travel
devices.

· When I capture the hero, I will make sure I also get his dog, monkey,
ferret, or whatever sickeningly cute little animal capable of untying ropes
and filching keys happens to follow him around.

· I will maintain a healthy amount of skepticism when I capture the
beautiful rebel and she claims she is attracted to my power and good looks
and will gladly betray her companions if I just let her in on my plans.

· I will only employ bounty hunters who work for money. Those who work for
the pleasure of the hunt tend to do dumb things like even the odds to give
the other guy a sporting chance.

· I will make sure I have a clear understanding of who is responsible for
what in my organization. For example, if my general screws up I will not
draw my weapon, point it at him, say "And here is the price for failure,"
then suddenly turn and kill some random underling.

· If an advisor says to me: "My liege, he is but one man. What can one man
possibly do?", I will reply "This." and kill the advisor.

· If I learn that a callow youth has begun a quest to destroy me, I will
slay him while he is still a callow youth instead of waiting for him to
mature.

· I will treat any beast which I control through magic or technology with
respect and kindness. Thus if the control is ever broken, it will not
immediately come after me for revenge.

· If I learn the whereabouts of the one artifact which can destroy me, I
will not send all my troops out to seize it. Instead I will send them out to
seize something else and quietly put a Want-Ad in the local paper.

· My main computers will have their own special operating system that will
be completely incompatible with standard IBM and Macintosh powerbooks.

· If one of my dungeon guards begins expressing concern over the conditions
in the beautiful princess' cell, I will immediately transfer him to a less
people-oriented position.

· I will hire a team of board-certified architects and surveyors to examine
my castle and inform me of any secret passages and abandoned tunnels that I
might not know about.

· If the beautiful princess that I capture says "I'll never marry you!
Never, do you hear me, NEVER!!!", I will say "Oh well" and kill her.

· I will not strike a bargain with a demonic being then attempt to
double-cross it simply because I feel like being contrary.

· The deformed mutants and odd-ball psychotics will have their place in my
Legions of Terror. However before I send them out on important covert
missions that require tact and subtlety, I will first see if there is anyone
else equally qualified who would attract less attention.

· My Legions of Terror will be trained in basic marksmanship. Any who cannot
learn to hit a man-sized target at 10 meters will be used for target
practice.

· Before employing any captured artifacts or machinery, I will carefully
read the owner's manual.

· If it becomes necessary to escape, I will never stop to pose dramatically
and toss off a one-liner.

· I will never build a sentient computer smarter than I am.

· My five-year-old child advisor will also be asked to decipher any code I
am thinking of using. If he breaks the code in under 30 seconds, it will not
be used. Note: this also applies to passwords.

· If my advisors ask "Why are you risking everything on such a mad scheme?",
I will not proceed until I have a response that satisfies them.

· I will design fortress hallways with no alcoves or protruding structural
supports which intruders could use for cover in a firefight.

· Bulk trash will be disposed of in incinerators, not compactors. And they
will be kept hot, with none of that nonsense about flames going through
accessible tunnels at predictable intervals.

· I will see a competent psychiatrist and get cured of all extremely unusual
phobias and bizarre compulsive habits which could prove to be a
disadvantage.

· If I must have computer systems with publically available terminals, the
maps they display of my complex will have a room clearly marked as the Main
Control Room. That room will be the Execution Chamber. The actual main
control room will be marked as Sewage Overflow Containment.

· My security keypad will actually be a fingerprint scanner. Anyone who
watches someone press a sequence of buttons or dusts the pad for
fingerprints then subsequently tries to enter by repeating that sequence
will trigger the alarm system.

· No matter how many shorts we have in the system, my guards will be
instructed to treat every surveillance camera malfunction as a full-scale
emergency.

· I will spare someone who saved my life sometime in the past. This is only
reasonable as it encourages others to do so. However, the offer is good one
time only. If they want me to spare them again, they'd better save my life
again.

· All midwives will be banned from the realm. All babies will be delivered
at state-approved hospitals. Orphans will be placed in foster-homes, not
abandoned in the woods to be raised by creatures of the wild.

· When my guards split up to search for intruders, they will always travel
in groups of at least two. They will be trained so that if one of them
disappears mysteriously while on patrol, the other will immediately initiate
an alert and call for backup, instead of quizzically peering around a
corner.

· If I decide to test a lieutenant's loyalty and see if he/she should be
made a trusted lieutenant, I will have a crack squad of marksmen standing by
in case the answer is no.

· If all the heroes are standing together around a strange device and begin
to taunt me, I will pull out a conventional weapon instead of using my
unstoppable superweapon on them.

· I will not agree to let the heroes go free if they win a rigged contest,
even though my advisors assure me it is impossible for them to win.

· When I create a multimedia presentation of my plan designed so that my
five-year-old advisor can easily understand the details, I will not label
the disk "Project Overlord" and leave it lying on top of my desk.

· I will instruct my Legions of Terror to attack the hero en masse, instead
of standing around waiting while members break off and attack one or two at
a time.

· If the hero runs up to my roof, I will not run up after him and struggle
with him in an attempt to push him over the edge. I will also not engage him
at the edge of a cliff. (In the middle of a rope-bridge over a river of
molten lava is not even worth considering.)

· If I have a fit of temporary insanity and decide to give the hero the
chance to reject a job as my trusted lieutentant, I will retain enough
sanity to wait until my current trusted lieutenant is out of earshot before
making the offer.

· I will not tell my Legions of Terror "And he must be taken alive!" The
command will be "And try to take him alive if it is reasonably practical."

· If my doomsday device happens to come with a reverse switch, as soon as it
has been employed it will be melted down and made into limited-edition
commemorative coins.

· If my weakest troops fail to eliminate a hero, I will send out my best
troops instead of wasting time with progressively stronger ones as he gets
closer and closer to my fortress.

· If I am fighting with the hero atop a moving platform, have disarmed him,
and am about to finish him off and he glances behind me and drops flat, I
too will drop flat instead of quizzically turning around to find out what he
saw.

· I will not shoot at any of my enemies if they are standing in front of the
crucial support beam to a heavy, dangerous, unbalanced structure.

· If I'm eating dinner with the hero, put poison in his goblet, then have to
leave the table for any reason, I will order new drinks for both of us
instead of trying to decide whether or not to switch with him.

· I will not have captives of one sex guarded by members of the opposite
sex.

· I will not use any plan in which the final step is horribly complicated,
e.g. "Align the 12 Stones of Power on the sacred altar then activate the
medallion at the moment of total eclipse." Instead it will be more along the
lines of "Push the button."

· I will make sure that my doomsday device is up to code and properly
grounded.

· My vats of hazardous chemicals will be covered when not in use. Also, I
will not construct walkways above them.

· If a group of henchmen fail miserably at a task, I will not berate them
for incompetence then send the same group out to try the task again.

· After I captures the hero's superweapon, I will not immediately disband my
legions and relax my guard because I believe whoever holds the weapon is
unstoppable. After all, the hero held the weapon and I took it from him.

· I will not design my Main Control Room so that every workstation is facing
away from the door.

· I will not ignore the messenger that stumbles in exhausted and obviously
agitated until my personal grooming or current entertainment is finished. It
might actually be important.

· If I ever talk to the hero on the phone, I will not taunt him. Instead I
will say this his dogged perseverance has given me new insight on the
futility of my evil ways and that if he leaves me alone for a few months of
quiet contemplation I will likely return to the path of righteousness.
(Heroes are incredibly gullible in this regard.)

· If I decide to hold a double execution of the hero and an underling who
failed or betrayed me, I will see to it that the hero is scheduled to go
first.

· When arresting prisoners, my guards will not allow them to stop and grab a
useless trinket of purely sentimental value.

· My dungeon will have its own qualified medical staff complete with
bodyguards. That way if a prisoner becomes sick and his cellmate tells the
guard it's an emergency, the guard will fetch a trauma team instead of
opening up the cell for a look.

· My door mechanisms will be designed so that blasting the control panel on
the outside seals the door and blasting the control panel on the inside
opens the door, not vice versa.

· My dungeon cells will not be furnished with objects that contain
reflective surfaces or anything that can be unravelled.

· If an attractive young couple enters my realm, I will carefully monitor
their activities. If I find they are happy and affectionate, I will ignore
them. However if circumstance have forced them together against their will
and they spend all their time bickering and criticizing each other except
during the intermittent occasions when they are saving each others' lives at
which point there are hints of sexual tension, I will immediately order
their execution.

· Any data file of crucial importance will be padded to 1.45Mb in size.

· Finally, to keep my subjects permanently locked in a mindless trance, I
will provide each of them with free unlimited Internet access.


--
Regards, Posting from:
Jack Turner Sunny Ol' Wolverhampton



--

Christopher A. Young
Learn more about Jesus
www.lds.org
www.mormons.com


wrote in message
ups.com...
Awhile back, there was some really funny troller who'd post these long
long LONG posts about some supposedly Rube Goldberg-style DIY project
he was working on (i.e., I turned the blender on and my garage door
started going up and down, which blew a fuse, and now my washer won't
stop spinning, so I'm thinking of installing new brakes on the Maytag,
etc.).

If anyone knows the name of this poster so I can Google them, I'd
really appreciate it. A few, I laughed so hard my eyes weren't the
only things leaking (!).

From: "Me"
Subject: OT: A SOUTHERNER'S FIRST WINTER IN THE NORTHEAST
Date: Saturday, January 10, 2004 11:07 PM


A SOUTHERNER'S FIRST WINTER IN THE NORTHEAST.

Aug. 1 Just moved to our new home in Massachusetts. It is so
beautiful here. The city is so picturesque. Can hardly wait to see it
covered in snow. I LOVE IT HERE!

Oct. 1 New England is the most beautiful place on earth. The
leaves are turning all different colors. I love the shades of red and
orange.
Went for a ride through the hills and saw some deer. They are so graceful.
Certainly they are the most peaceful animals on earth. This must be
paradise. I LOVE IT HERE.

Nov. 11 Deer season will open soon. I can't imagine anyone wanting
to kill such an elegant creature. The very symbol of peace and
tranquillity. Hope it will snow soon.

Dec. 8 5:00 PM. It's starting to snow. The first of the season
and the first one we've seen in years. The wife and I took our hot buttered
buns and sat by the picture window, watching the soft flakes drift down,
clinging to the trees and covering the ground. It was such a beautiful
sight!!!

Dec. 9 We awoke to a lovely blanket of crystal white snow covering
the landscape. What a fantastic sight. Every tree and shrub was covered
with a beautiful white mantle. I shoveled snow for the first time in years
and loved it. I did both the driveway and our sidewalks, then we had a
snowball fight (I won). Later a city snowplow came along and accidentally
covered up our driveway with compacted snow from the street. The driver
smiled and I waived back as I shoveled it out again. What a beautiful
place. Nature in perfect harmony. I LOVE IT HERE.

Dec. 19 More snow last night. I love it. The snowplow guy did his
trick again (that rascal). A winter wonderland. I LOVE IT HERE.

Dec. 22 Snowed again last night. Couldn't get out of the driveway
to get to work this time. I'm exhausted, and have blisters on my hands from
shoveling. Damn snowplow.

Dec. 24 It snowed an additional 5 inches last night and the
temperature has dropped to around 11 degrees. Several limbs on the trees
and shrubs have snapped due to the weight of the snow. I shoveled our
driveway again. Shortly afterwards, the snowplow came by and did his trick
again. That asshole! Much of the snow is now brownish-gray.

Dec. 25 "White Christmas" my busted ass. More ****ing snow. The
snowplow got stuck down the road and that ****-for-brains had the balls to
come to my door and ask to borrow my shovel! I'll give him the ****ing
shovel..... I chased him with it for a quarter mile.

Dec. 30 More of the white **** last night. Been inside since
Christmas day except when "Snowplow Harry" comes by. Can't go anywhere.
The car is buried under a mountain of goddamn snow. Don't know why they
don't use more salt on this ****ing ice. The weatherman says to expect
another 10 inches of this **** tonight. Do you know how many shovels full
of snow 10 inches is?

Jan. 1 Happy ****ing New Year. The weatherman was wrong (AGAIN).
We got 34 ****ing inches of snow this time. At this rate, it won't melt
until July ****ing 4th.


Jan. 4 Finally got out of the house today. Went to the store to
get food and on the way back, a deer ran out in front of the car and I hit
the filthy creature. Did about $3,000.00 damage to the car. Wish the
hunters could have killed them all last November.

Jan. 8 Warmed up enough during the day to create some slush which
soon became ice as the temperature dropped again. Bought studded snow tires
for both cars. Fell on my ass in the driveway. $145.00 to a chiropractor,
but nothing was broken. More snow and ice expected tonight.

Jan. 12 Still cold. Sold the wife's car and bought a 4 x 4 in order
to get her to work. She slid into a guardrail anyway and did a considerable
amount of damage to the rear quarter-panel. Had another 8 inches of white
**** last night. Both vehicles covered in salt and crud. More shoveling in
store for me today. That mother ****ing snowplow came by twice today.

Jan. 13 It's 2 degrees outside. More ****in' snow. Not a tree or
shrub on our property that hasn't been damaged. Power was off most of the
night. Tried to keep from freezing to death with candles and a kerosene
heater which tipped over and nearly burned the house down. I managed to get
the flames out, but suffered 2nd degree burns on my hands and lost all my
eyelashes and eyebrows. Car slid on ice on the way to the emergency room
and was totaled. Finished the trip in an ambulance.

Jan. 14 Goddamn mother-****in' white **** keeps coming down. Have
to put on all the clothes we own just to get to the ****in' mailbox. If I
ever catch the son-of-a-bitch that drives the snowplow, I'll chew open his
chest and rip out his heart. I think he hides around the corner and waits
for me to finish shoveling and then comes down the street about 100 MPH and
buries our driveway again! Power still off. Toilet froze and part of the
roof has started to cave in.

Jan. 15 6 goddamn more ****in' inches of ****in' snow and ****in'
sleet and ****in' ice and god knows what other kind of white ****in' ****
fell again last night. I wounded the ****in' snowplow asshole with an ice
ax but he got away. Wife left me. Car won't start. I think I'm going
snow-blind. I can't move my toes. Haven't seen the sun in weeks. More
snow predicted. Wind chill -22 ****in' degrees.

Feb. 10 Took the car to the garage in town today. Would you believe
the body is rotting away from all the ****ing salt they keep dumping all
over the roads. It really looks like a piece of rusting ****. "Alternate
transportation" in this goddamn state is a ****ing Snow-Cat.

Mar. 12 March winds my ****ing ass. It's a ****ing white-out.
They're calling it the "Blizzard of '96". Can't see the ****ing porch for
the blowing goddamn snow. It took out the TV antenna and I'm getting Cabin
Fever. **** this, I'm moving to the south again.

Mar. 20 Moved to Florida today. I can't imagine why anyone in their
right ****ing mind would want to live in that God-forsaken State of
Massachusetts. I LOVE IT HERE.

Damn! Something just bit me!..........

--

Christopher A. Young
Learn more about Jesus
www.lds.org
www.mormons.com


wrote in message
ups.com...
Awhile back, there was some really funny troller who'd post these long
long LONG posts about some supposedly Rube Goldberg-style DIY project
he was working on (i.e., I turned the blender on and my garage door
started going up and down, which blew a fuse, and now my washer won't
stop spinning, so I'm thinking of installing new brakes on the Maytag,
etc.).

If anyone knows the name of this poster so I can Google them, I'd
really appreciate it. A few, I laughed so hard my eyes weren't the
only things leaking (!).

"Twenty children's books you'll never see."
You are different and that's bad.

Pop goes the hamster...... and other great microwave games.

What is that dog doing to that other dog?

The Hardy Boys, the Barbie Twins and the Vice Squad.

Barbar meets the taxidermist.

Testing home made parachutes using houshold pets.

Garfield gets feline leukaemia.

The Kids' Guide to hitchhiking.

The pop-up book of human anatomy.

Things rich kids have, but you never shall.

The Care Bears maul some campers and are shot dead.

The boy who died from eating all his vegetables.

Controlling the Playground: Respect through fear.

You were an accident.

Some Kittens can fly!

Daddy drinks because you cry.

Curious George and the high voltage fence.

How to become the dominant military power in your primary school.

Mr. Fork and Ms. Electrical Point become friends.

Start an estate agency with the change from your mums purse.

www.biddulph.u-net.com/jokes for more
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Our Vacation Rental Home in Florida near Disney ºoº.
Know the value of time,snatch,seize and
enjoy every minute of it.






wrote in message
ups.com...
Awhile back, there was some really funny troller who'd post these long
long LONG posts about some supposedly Rube Goldberg-style DIY project
he was working on (i.e., I turned the blender on and my garage door
started going up and down, which blew a fuse, and now my washer won't
stop spinning, so I'm thinking of installing new brakes on the Maytag,
etc.).

If anyone knows the name of this poster so I can Google them, I'd
really appreciate it. A few, I laughed so hard my eyes weren't the
only things leaking (!).

I suspect this is a troll but I also can believe it. I once had an employee
explain to me why he was late:

Me: why are you late?
Him: I had to wait for the fire department to put out my house
Me: Why was the house on fire?
Him: It spread from the garage
Me: Why was the garage on fire?
Him: THe car sorta caught fire
Me: THis sounds good. Go on.
Him: It wouldn't start
(tapping foot sound)
Him: It was cold and we decided to preheat the cars oil
(more foot tapping sounds)
Him: The gasoline we used to light the charcoal under the oil pan kinda
exploded.......

True story.

I helped a friend roof his house in December. The weather was cold
but we got the new shingles on. A few days later there were high
winds and 20 or so shingles ripped off the roof. I checked and found
the self adhesive pads on the shingles were not sticking because it
was too cold. I told him we needed to heat the roof to make them
stick. We replaced the missing shingles, and I tried a hair dryer to
heat them. That was too slow, and was not making them stick very
good. I told him we needed a faster method, and suggested using
gasoline, and told him it was safe as long as it was spread thin
enough. I took two 5 gallon cans of gasoline and brushed it on the
whole roof with a large broom. I got on the ladder so I could get off
the roof fast, and I tossed a match and let it burn. I figured it
would burn fast because of the gas being spread so thinly, and would
go out in a few seconds, but would create enough heat to make the
shingles stick. Instead the whole roof went up in flames and the
house burned to the ground. My friend is blaming me for the fire, and
has even said he is going to sue me, and called the police saying it
was arson. It's not my fault, I already know what went wrong. Some
of the gasoline ran into roof vents and right after I set it on fire
the winds picked up. The winds blew the fire into the vents and
ignited the gasoline that dripped in there, and that started the attic
on fire. The weather is what caused the fire, not me. I do think
that maybe I should have put duct tape on the vents, but I never
thought the winds would pick up right after I started the fire. He's
being a real jerk about it. This is the last time I help a friend.
I shouldn't even call this guy a friend, because he's an asshole. But
if he wants to lose a friend over a stupid house, that's his right. I
already told him he needed a new house anyhow, and pointed out to him
how old, crappy, and run down his house was. But he is just being a
total ass, and so is his wife. I wont help him ever again with
anything.




--

Christopher A. Young
Learn more about Jesus
www.lds.org
www.mormons.com


wrote in message
ups.com...
Awhile back, there was some really funny troller who'd post these long
long LONG posts about some supposedly Rube Goldberg-style DIY project
he was working on (i.e., I turned the blender on and my garage door
started going up and down, which blew a fuse, and now my washer won't
stop spinning, so I'm thinking of installing new brakes on the Maytag,
etc.).

If anyone knows the name of this poster so I can Google them, I'd
really appreciate it. A few, I laughed so hard my eyes weren't the
only things leaking (!).

Mark and Stormin' Mormon:

Laughed until I cried! Thanks. This was my Christmas present to me.
I'm gonna print 'em out and give 'em to home improvement folks I'm
having Christmas dinner with.

Thanks, glad to know I brightened someone's day.

--

Christopher A. Young
Learn more about Jesus
www.lds.org
www.mormons.com


wrote in message
oups.com...
Mark and Stormin' Mormon:

Laughed until I cried! Thanks. This was my Christmas present to me.
I'm gonna print 'em out and give 'em to home improvement folks I'm
having Christmas dinner with.

One thumb? Up where? And why does that make me nervous wondering where the
other thumb is?

--

Christopher A. Young
Learn more about Jesus
www.lds.org
www.mormons.com


"Thund3rstruck_n0i" wrote in message
...
spilled my beer when they jumped on the table and
proclaimed in

snipped

LOL!!! My review? "I laughed, I cried. 1 thumb up!"

Thanks, man.

NOI