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The husband and wife were playing on the ninth green when she collapsed from a heart attack. “Please dear, I need help. ” she said. The husband ran off saying “I’ll go get some help. ” A little while later he returned, picked up his club and began to line up his shot on the green. His wife, on the ground, raised up her head and said, “I may be dying and you’re putting? ” “Don’t worry, dear. I found a doctor on the second hole. He said he will come and help you. ” “The second hole??? When in the world is he coming??? ” “I told you not to worry, ” he said, practice stroking his putt…. ”Everyone’s already agreed to let him play through. ”

Hello out there all people of the world. This is Santa and I just
wanted to let you know that Christmas may be a little late this
year. You see, after checking all the boxes and tallying them
up, I found some problems with the results.
The first result showed:
250, 576, 428, 534, 120 Good
250, 576, 428, 523, 119 Bad
While the second result showed:
250, 576, 428, 534, 118 Good
250, 576, 428, 523, 121 Bad
So you see, I can't, with good faith, go out and deliver presents
while knowing I could have made a mistake. Maybe Little Johnny
was good for once, then again, maybe not.
So, I have enlisted the help of all my elves and the Mrs. To help
do a recount. We hope to have this finished up by 5pm on the 24th
of December, but there is a possibility that it might take longer.
You see the tally cards were not quite clear to me, although I
made them myself. I forgot what they meant.
You know, Good... and more...

A horse and a chicken are playing in a meadow. The horse fall's into a mud hole and is sinking. He calls to the chicken to go and get the farmer to help pull him out to safety.

The chicken runs to the farm but the farmer can't be found. So he drives the farmer's BMW back to the mud hole and ties some rope around the bumper.

He then throws the other end of the rope to his friend, the horse, and drives the car forward saving him from sinking!

A few days later, the chicken and horse were playing in the meadow again and the chicken fell into the mud hole. The chicken yelled to the horse to go and get some help from the farmer.

The horse said, "I think I can stand over the hole!" So he stretched over the width of the hole and said, "Grab for my' thingy' and pull yourself up." And the chicken did and pulled himself to safety.

The moral of the story:

If you're hung like a horse, you don't need a BMW to pick more...

1. ”We will do it” means “You will do it”
2. ”You have done a great job” means “More work to be given to you”
3. ”We are working on it” means “We have not yet started working on the
same”
4. ”Tomorrow first thing in the morning” means “Its not getting done
“At least not tomorrow! ”
5. ”After discussion we will decide-I am very open to views” means “I have already decided, I will tell you what to do”
6. ”There was a slight miscommunication” means “We had actually lied”
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7. ”Lets call a meeting and discuss” means “I have no time now, will talk later”
8. ”We can always do it” means “We actually cannot do the same on time”
9. ”We are on the right track but there needs to be a slight extension of the deadline” means “The project is screwed up, we cannot deliver on time. ”
10. ”We had slight differences of opinion “means “We had more...

Sardarji went to a logic school to learn logic. "To begin with, I'll explain you the term logic with the help of an example," the Professor said.
"Do you have a fish pond?" asked the Professor.
"Yes," said Sardarji.
"This means you love fish," the Professor continued.
"Yes."
"That is you love water."
"Yes."
"Everybody drinks water, meaning you love everybody."
"Yes."
"This means you love a boy."
"Yes."
"So you love a girl."
"Yes."
"If you love a girl, then you are a boy."
"Yes, I am a boy."
"And if you are a boy, you are not homosexual."
"Yes, true, I am not a homosexual," said Sardarji.
"So this is the logical relationship between a fish pond and homosexual," the Professor ended.
That night Sardarji could not sleep more...

"Can you help me? asked Alice."No," said Negative. "I'm looking for a white consultant." Alice pointed in the direction she had been walking. "Did he go this way?" she asked. "No," said Negative. She pointed the other way. "Yes," said Positive. Soon Alice came upon a large brown table. The Consultant was there, as was an apparently Mad Hacker, and several creatures that Alice did not recognize. In one corner sat a Dormouse fast asleep. Over the table was a large sign that read "UNIX Conference." Everyone except the Dormouse was holding a paper cup, from which they were sampling what appeared to be custard. "Wrong flavor," they all declared as they passed the cup the cup to the creature on their right and graciously took the one being offered on their left. Alice watched them repeat this ritual three or four times before she approached and sat down. Immediately, a large toad leaped into her lap and looked at her more...

The tech support problem dates back to long before the industrial revolution, when primitive tribesmen beat out a rhythm on drums to communicate: This fire help. Me Groog Me Lorto. Help. Fire not work. You have flint and stone? Ugh You hit them together? Ugh What happen? Fire not work (sigh) Make spark? No spark, no fire, me confused. Fire work yesterday. *sigh* You change rock? I change nothing You sure? Me make one change. Stone hot so me soak in stream so stone not burn Lorto hand. Small change, shouldn't keep Lorto from make fire, right?