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An economist and an accountant are walking along a large puddle. They get across a frog jumping on the mud.

The economist says: "If you eat the frog I'll give you $20, 000!"

The accountant checks his budget and figures out he's better off eating it, so he does and collects money.

Continuing along the same puddle they almost step into yet another frog. The accountant says: "Now, if you eat this frog I'll give you $20, 000."

After evaluating the proposal the economist eats the frog and gets the money.

They go on. The accountant starts thinking: "Listen, we both have the same amount of money we had before, but we both ate frogs. I don't see us being better off."

The economist: "Well, that's true, but you overlooked the fact that we've been just involved in $40, 000 of trade."

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There was a English, Scottish and Irish man and they took a trip down to the park for a wee slide.
Then the English man saw a sign saying: "Magic Slide Take Care Use With Care."
So the English man went first and he went down and said "GOLD" so he landed in a puddle of gold.
Then the Scottish man down and he said "SILVER" and he landed in a puddle of silver.
Then the Irish man went down and he said "WEE" and he landed in a puddle of wee.

A drunken sailor on liberty got into a big mud puddle in the street and was looking for something there.
Soon two other sailors came over and asked him: "Hey, bud, what are you looking for?"
"You better give me a hand, men," said the drunk.
The new arrivals walked into the puddle too and set about searching something unknown. At last the first drunk got out of the puddle and exclaimed: "I've found it!"
"What did you find?"
"The shore!" he exclaimed.

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It was the funniest damn thing that has ever happened to me. A couple of weeks ago we decided to cruise out to Ryan's Steakhouse for dinner. It was a Wednesday night, which means that macaroni and beef was on the hot bar, indeed the only night of the week that it is served. Wednesday night is also kid's night at Ryan's, complete with Dizzy the Clown wandering from table to table entertaining them. It may seem that the events about to be told have little connection to those two circumstances, but all will be clear in a moment.

We went through the line and placed our orders for the all-you-can-eat hot bar then sat down as far away from the front of the restaurant as possible in order to keep the density of kids down a bit. Then I started my move to the hot bar. Plate after plate of macaroni and beef were consumed that evening. I tell you-in all, four heaping plates of the pseudo-Italian ambrosia were shoved into my belly. I was sated. Perhaps a bit too much, more...