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Skeleton
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The orthopedic surgeon I work for was moving to a new office, and his staff
was helping transport many of the items. I sat the display skeleton in the
front of my car, his bony arm across the back of my seat.
I hadn't considered the drive across town. At one traffic light, the
stares of the people in the car beside me became obvious, and I looked
across and explained, "I'm delivering him to my doctor's office."
The other driver leaned out of his window. "I hate to tell you, lady," he
said, "but I think it's too late!"
Answerphone
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A literature buff, my friend Larry installed an answering machine on his
telephone. Instead of the usual instructions about leaving a message, Larry
recorded a parody of Hamlet's famous soliloquy: "To speak, or not to speak,
that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to leave a message
after the beep, or to take arms against a sea of answering machines, and by
opposing, end them. To dial, to speak, no more. Thus answering machines do
make cowards of us all."
Cannibals
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Two cannibals just finished a big meal and one turns to the other while
rubbing his stomach with his fist and says, "You know, I just ate my
mother-in-law, and she still doesn't agree with me."
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