Growing up, I knew a boy named Timmy. Timmy was a lovely child, but had some trouble with his grades. Circa third grade, Timmy was making straight D's and F's when his father came to him with a proposition. He said, "Son, if you raise those D's and F's to A's and B's, I will give you a fresh, crisp ten dollar bill." Timmy contemplated this offer and accepted the challenge. The day report cards were issued arrived and surely, Timmy had raised his D's and F's to A's and B's. His father approached him with a crisp then dollar bill when Timmy said, "Dad? Can I have instead ten pink ping pong balls?" His father agreed to the slightly odd request and bought Timmy ten pink ping pong balls. Timmy maintained his good grades until the seventh grade, when once again, he was making D's and F's. Timmy's father came to him with another proposition. "Son, if you raise those D's and F's once more to A's and B's, I will buy you a brand new bicycle of your choice." Timmy contemplated the offer and agreed. Report cards were issued and sure enough, the grades on Timmy's report card had been raised to A's and B's. His father looked at the report card, beaming and told Timmy to get his shoes, they were going to buy a bike. Timmy approached his father and said "Dad? Could you instead get me one hundred pink ping pong balls?" Slightly put off by the request, his father agreed and bought Timmy one hundred pink ping pong balls. Years passed and Timmy was about to graduate high school when his grades slipped once again to D's and F's. His father approached him and said "Son, if you bring those D's and F's up to A's and B's once more, I will buy you a new car." Timmy eagerly accepted his father's propostion. Graduation came, and Timmy had again acheived A's and B's. His father looked at him and said "Son, which car dealership would you like to go to?" Timmy said, rather timidly, "I'd rather just have one hundred thousand pink ping pong balls." His father, confused at why Timmy would want pink ping pong balls as opposed to a new car, agreed. It's Timmy's sophomore year in college, and Timmy has leukemia. He's in his last hour of life. His father walked into the hospital room, eyes red with tears. He said, "Son, here on your deathbed, I have one question to ask you. Why did you want all those pink ping pong balls?" Timmy leaned close to his father and said "Bleh!" and died.

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Saberopus: omfq musical genuis j00 >mozart
Thrawn42689: Mozart = n00b

****!

I want my minute back.

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«»The Scratchware Manifesto
-¬thoughts from beyond observance

Huh?

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"Just remember -- No matter how bad things get, Northern Minnesota will always be there"
-- Garrison Keeler

As do I. .. ...


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Steal my dreams and sell them back to me.....

Random note, finnish seventh graders are nowadays annoying little drunkards...

However, that story was... interesting.

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<landfish> FastGamerr > Satan

I'm still waiting for the punch line...

Unfunny is the new funny.

"Bleh!"

I don't get it.

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Titan A.E.

They always were. And not just the Finnish ones. If you met the seventh grade you, you'd consider him (yourself) annoying.

Saberopus, I actually laughed at that seemingly punchlineless joke. Imagine someone on their deathbed dying right before exclaiming "Bleh!"

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If you can read this, you need better glasses.

That kind of joke is supposed to be spoken, and the teller is supposed to make it seem as long as he possibly can. It doesn't really work when written.

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"I'd rather be hated for who I am rather than loved for who I pretend to be." -Janis Joplin

True, but I wasn't a drunkard

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<landfish> FastGamerr > Satan

i laughed too... not sure why. it was just funny, he had this whole ping pong ball thing then he just died instead of explaining hahaha.

it reminded me of red vs blue when church dies.

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Saberopus: omfq musical genuis j00 >mozart
Thrawn42689: Mozart = n00b

Only that was MUCH funnier.

Church: "Tucker, I, I want you to know... I've always hated you. I've always hated you the most."

Tucker: "Yeah, whatever. Now go ahead and die now you stupid prick."

Church: "Ok... BLECH... *sigh*"

Ok, probably not exact, but close enough. God I love that entire thing with the tank.

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Frogblast the Vent Core!

--End of Line--

It must be getting late...I found that hilarious

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"This hole is octogo. Ogiganeel. It's Octa.. It's got eight sides."
"He's a dead man! I'm not havin' a dead man in my cemetary!"

I found it hilarious

There is no punch line, the whole story is just so lame and ridiculous, thats why its funny!!

Its just so... French, for, I dont know!

if(getThingFlags(source) & 0x8){
  do her}
elseif(getThingFlags(source) & 0x4){
  do other babe}
else{
  do a dude}

^Because it's pointless?


But yah, Sheila was a good ol' tank.

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PURPLE, damnit! Its a purple ping pong ball!


I remember an old friend of mine telling me this joke on the way back from FLorida a number of years ago. He streached it *OUT*, all through the kid's life, his son's life, etc. We all wanted to kill him after the end of it...

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Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
:wq

[This message has been edited by GBK (edited June 11, 2004).]