Archive for August, 2006

George and Condi

One day George & Condi

George: Condi! Nice to see you. What’s happening?

Condi: Sir, I have the report here about the new leader of China.

George: Great. Lay it on me.

 Condi: Hu is the new leader of China.

George: That’s what I want to know.

Condi: That’s what I’m telling you.

George: That’s what I’m asking you. Who is the new leader of China?

Condi: Yes.

George: I mean the fellow’s name.

Condi: Hu.

George: The guy in China.

 Condi: Hu.

George: The new leader of China.

Condi: Hu.

George: The main man in China!

Condi: Hu is leading China.

George: Now whaddya’ asking me for?

Condi: I’m telling you, Hu is leading China.

George: Well, I’m asking you. Who is leading China?

Condi: That’s the man’s name.

George: That’s who’s name?

Condi: Yes.

George: Will you, or will you not, tell me the name of the new leader of China?

Condi: Yes, sir.

 George: Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought he’s dead in the Middle East.

Condi: That’s correct.

George: Then who is in China?

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: Yassir is in China?

Condi: No, sir.

George: Then who is?

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: Yassir?

Condi: No, sir.

George: Look Condi. I need to know the name of the new leader of China. Get me the Secretary General of the U.N. on the phone.

Condi: Kofi?

George: No, thanks.

Condi: You want Kofi?

George: No.

Condi: You don’t want Kofi.

George: No. But now that you mention it, I could use a glass of milk. And then get me the U.N.

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: Not Yassir! The guy at the U.N.

Condi: Kofi?

George: Milk! Will you please make the call?

Condi: And call who?

George: Who is the guy at the U.N?

Condi: Hu is the guy in China.

George: Will you stay out of China?!

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me the guy at the U.N.

Condi: Kofi.

 George: All right! With cream and two sugars. Now get on the phone

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A Divorce Letter

Dear HusbandI’m writing you this letter to tell you that I’m leaving you for good. I’ve
Been a good woman to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it.
These last two weeks have been H word from underground.

Your boss called to tell me that you
Had quit your job today and that was the last straw. Last week, you came
Home and didn’t notice that I had gotten my hair and nails done, cooked your
Favorite meal and even wore a brand new negligee.

You came home and ate in
Two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching the game. You don’t
Tell me you love me anymore, you don’t touch me or anything Either you’re
Cheating or you don’t love me anymore, whatever the case is, I’m gone.

P.S. If you’re trying to find me, don’t. Your BROTHER and I are moving away
To West Virginia together! Have a great life!

Your Ex-wife

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Dear Ex-Wife

Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It’s true that you
And I have been married for seven years, although a good woman is a far cry
From what you’ve been. I watch sports so much to try to drown out

Your constant nagging. Too bad that doesn’t work. I did notice when you cut
Off all of your hair last week, the first thing that came to mind was “You
Look just like a man!” My mother raised me to not say anything if
You can’t say anything nice. When you cooked my favorite meal,

You must have
Gotten me confused with MY BROTHER, because I stopped eating pork seven
Years ago. I went to sleep on you when you had on that new negligee because
The price tag was still on it. I prayed that it was a coincidence that my
Brother had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning and your
Negligee was $49.99.

After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we
Could work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for ten
Million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica .

But When I got home you were gone. Everything happens for a reason I guess. I
Hope you have the filling life you always wanted. My lawyer said with your
Letter that you wrote, you won’t get a dime from me. So take care.

P.S. I don’t know if I ever told you this but Carl, my brother was born
Carla. I hope that’s not a problem.

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