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Here are some possible answers to the age-old question, "Why did
the chicken cross the road?".
Nursery Teacher:
To get to the other side.
Plato:
For the greater good.
Aristotle:
It is the nature of chickens to cross roads.
Karl Marx:
It was an historical inevitability.
Saddam Hussein:
This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were justified in
dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.
Ronald Reagan:
What chicken? I forget.
Hippocrates:
Because of an excess of phlegm in its pancreas.
Andersen Consultant:
Deregulation of the chicken's side of the road was
threatening its dominant market position. The chicken was faced with
significant challenges to create and develop the competencies required
for the newly competitive market. Andersen Consulting, in a partnering
relationship with the client, helped the chicken by rethinking its
physical distribution strategy and implementation processes.
Using the Poultry
Integration Model (PIM), Andersen helped the chicken use its
skills, methodologies, knowledge, capital and experiences to align the
chicken's people, processes and technology in support of its overall
strategy within a Program Management framework. Andersen Consulting
convened a diverse cross-spectrum of road analysts and best chickens along
with Anderson consultants with deep skills in the transportation industry
to engage in a two-day itinerary of meetings in order to leverage their
personal nowledge capital, both tactic and explicit, and to enable them to
synergize with each other in order to achieve the implicit goals of
delivering and successfully architecting and implementing an enterprise
-wide value framework across the continuum of poultry cross-median
processes. The meeting was held in a park- like setting, enabling and
creating an impactful environment which was strategically based,
industry-focused, and built upon
a consistent, clear,and unified market message and aligned with the
chicken's mission, vision,and core values. This was conducive towards the
creation of a total business integration solution. Andersen Consulting
helped the chicken change to become more successful.
Fox Mulder:
You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How many more
chickens have to cross the road before you believe it?
Richard M. Nixon:
The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the
chicken did NOT cross the road.
Machiavelli:
The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why?
The end of crossing the road justifies whatever motive there was.
Jerry Seinfeld:
Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to
ask, "What the heck was this chicken doing walking around all
over the place, anyway?".
Sigmund Freud:
The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the
road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity and latent homosexuality.
Bill Gates:
I have just released eChicken 2003, which will not
only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your
important documents, and balance your checkbook - and
Internet Explorer is an inextricable part of eChicken.
Bill Clinton:
I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What do
you mean by chicken? Could you define chicken please?
Charles Darwin:
Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected
in such a way that they are now genetically disposed to cross roads.
Einstein:
Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved beneath
the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Buddha:
Asking this question denies your own chicken nature.
Ralph Waldo Emerson:
The chicken did not cross the road ... it transcended it.
Ernest Hemingway:
To die. In the rain. Alone.
George W. Bush:
I don't think I should have to answer that question.
Al Gore:
I invented the chicken. I invented the road.
Therefore, the chicken crossing the road represented
the application of these two different functions of
government in a new, reinvented way designed to bring
greater services to the American people.
Ralph Nader:
The chicken's habitat on the original side of the road
had been polluted by unchecked industrialist greed.
The chicken did not reach the unspoiled habitat on the
other side of the road because it was
crushed by the wheels of a gas-guzzling SUV.
Pat Buchanan:
To steal a job from a decent, hardworking American.
Rush Limbaugh:
I don't know why the chicken crossed the road, but
I'll bet it was getting a government grant to cross
the road, and I'll bet someone out there is already
forming a support group to help chickens with
crossing-the-road syndrome. Can you believe this? How
much more of this can real Americans take? Chickens
crossing the road paid for by their tax dollars, and
when I say tax dollars, I'm talking about your money,
money the government took from you to build roads for
chickens to cross.
Martin Luther King, Jr.:
I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads
without having their motives called into question.
Grandpa:
In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the
road. Someone told us that the chicken crossed the
road, and that was good enough for us.
John Lennon:
Imagine all the chickens crossing roads in peace.
Voltaire:
I may not agree with what the chicken did, but I will
defend to the death its right to do it.
Captain Kirk:
To boldly cross the road where no chicken has crossed the road before.
The Bible:
And God came down from the heavens, and He said unto
the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the
chicken crossed the road, and there was much
rejoicing.
Jerry Falwell:
Because the chicken was gay! Isn't it obvious? Can't
you people see the plain truth in front of your face?
The chicken was going to the "other side". That's what
they call it -- the other side. Yes, my friends, that
chicken is gay. And, if you eat that chicken, you will
become gay too. I say we boycott all chickens until we
sort out this abomination that the liberal media
whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like
"the other side".
Martha Stewart:
No one called to warn me which way that chicken was
going. I had a standing order at the farmer's market
to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain
level. No little bird gave me any insider information.
Dr. Seuss:
Did the chicken cross the road?
Did he cross it with a toad?
Yes! The chicken crossed the road,
But why it crossed, I've not been told!
Barbara Walters:
Isn't that interesting? In a few moments we will be
listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the
heartwarming story of how it a serious case of molting
and went on to accomplish its life-long dream of
crossing the road.
Traditional Capitalism:
You have two cows.
You sell one and buy a bull.
Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.
You sell them and retire on the income.
Enron Venture Capitalism:
You have two cows.
You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters
of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a
debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all
four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows.
The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary
to a Cayman Island company secretly owned by the majority shareholder
who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company.
The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on
one more.
Sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States,
leaving you with nine cows.
No balance sheet provided with the release. The public buys your bull.
An American Corporation:
You have two cows.
You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.
You are surprised when the cow drops dead.
A South African Corporation:
You have two cows.
You go on strike because you want three cows.
A Zimbabwean Corporation:
A farmer has two cows.
You take over his farm, eat both cows and wait for the
international community to supply more.
A Japanese Corporation:
You have two cows.
You re-design them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow
and produce twenty times the milk. You then create clever cow cartoon
images called Cowkimon and market them World-Wide.
A German Corporation:
You have two cows.
You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month,
and milk themselves.
A British Corporation:
You have two cows.
Both are mad.
An Italian Corporation:
You have two cows, but you don't know where they are.
You break for lunch.
A Russian Corporation:
You have two cows.
You count them and learn you have five cows.
You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.
You count them again and learn you have 12 cows.
You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.
A Swiss Corporation:
You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you.
You charge others for storing them.
A Hindu Corporation:
You have two cows. You worship them.
A Chinese Corporation:
You have two cows.
You have 300 people milking them.
You claim full employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest
the newsman who reported the numbers.
An Israeli Corporation:
So, there are these two Jewish cows, right?
They open a milk factory, an ice cream store, and then sell the
movie rights. They send their calves to Harvard to become doctors.
So, who needs people?
An Arkansas Corporation:
You have two cows.
That one on the left is kinda cute...
These are in a similar vein to my list of Murphy's
Laws, Wise (or otherwise) sayings, and
Miscellaneous one-liners, and I must confess that
one or two are the same. Quite an entertaining list, though.....
The Law of Volunteering:
If you dance with a grizzly bear, you had better let him lead.
The Law of Avoiding Oversell:
When putting cheese in a mousetrap, always leave room for the mouse.
The Law of Common Sense:
Never accept a drink from a urologist.
The Law of Reality:
Never get into fights with ugly people, they have nothing to lose.
The Law of Self Sacrifice:
When you starve with a tiger, the tiger starves last.
Weiler's Law:
Nothing is impossible for the man who doesn't have to do it himself.:
Law of Probable Dispersal:
Whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.
Law of Volunteer Labour:
People are always available for work in the past tense.
Conway's Law:
In any organization there is one person who knows what is going on.
That person must be fired.
Iron Law of Distribution:
Them that has, gets.
Law of Cybernetic Entomology:
There is always one more bug.
Law of Drunkenness:
You can't fall off the floor.
Heller's Law:
The first myth of management is that it exists.
Osborne's Law:
Variables won't; constants aren't.
Main's Law:
For every action there is an equal and opposite government program.
Weinberg's Second Law:
If builders built buildings the way programmers wrote programs,
then the first woodpecker that came along would have
destroyed civilization.
1st Law of Holes:
First step in getting out of the hole you dug for yourself
is to stop digging.
2nd Law of Holes:
If a boss digs himself into a hole, all his subordinates
are expected to jump in with him.
3rd Law of Holes:
If a subordinate digs a hole, never expect the boss to
jump in with him.
4th Law of Holes:
If you expect to miss the holes that others have left in your path,
stop looking back at the ones you just climbed out of.
Schopenhauer's Law of Entropy:
If you put a spoonful of wine into a barrel full of sewage, you get sewage.
If you put a spoonful of sewage into a barrel full of wine, you get sewage.
I don't know about you, but I can never think of clever anagrams such as these! It therefore follows that pretty well none of them are my own work! As and when I come across new ones (or dream up some of my own), I'll add them in at the top.
| Stressed | Desserts |
| Schoolmaster | The classroom |
| Mother Theresa | Heart rest home |
| Armageddon | An armed God |
| Softheartedness | Often sheds tears |
| Slot machines | Cash lost in 'em |
| Funeral | Real fun |
| Absence makes the heart grow fonder | He wants dearest gone from here |
| Punishment | Nine thumps |
| Two plus eleven | One plus twelve |
| Clint Eastwood | Old West action |
| Acorn Computers | Crap to consumer |
| A decimal point | I'm a dot in place |
| Arnold Schwarzenegger | He's grown large 'n' crazed |
| Benson and Hedges | NHS been a godsend |
| Christians | Rich saints |
| Dame Agatha Christie | I'm a right death case |
| Desperation | A rope ends it |
| "Eastenders" | Needs a rest |
| "El Dorado" | Real dodo |
| Evangelist | Evil's agent |
| Santa | Satan |
| "Home and away" | Aha ... yawn mode |
| Irritable bowel syndrome | O my terrible drains below |
| Mother-in-law | Woman Hitler |
| Performance related pay | Mere end-of-year claptrap |
| Steps | Pests |
| Rents | Stern |
| Semolina | Is no meal |
| Sir Alec Guiness | Clearing sinuses |
| The Morse code | Here come dots |
| Tony Blair PM | I'm Tory plan B |
| Motorway service station | I eat coronary vomit stews |
| The Houses of Parliament | Loonies far up the Thames |
| Roy Drinkwater (a former boss of mine) | Eat, Drink, Worry |
One day, a cat dies of natural causes and goes to heaven,
where he meets the Lord.
The Lord says to the cat, "You lived a good life, and if there is
any way I can make your stay in heaven more comfortable,
please let me know".
The cat thinks for a moment and says, "Lord, all my life I have
lived with a poor family and had to sleep on a hard wooden floor".
The Lord stops the cat and says, "Say no more", and a wonderful,
fluffy pillow appears.
A few days later, six mice are killed in a tragic farming accident,
and all of them go to heaven. Again, the Lord is there to greet them
with the same offer.
The mice answer, "All our lives we have been chased. We have had
to run from cats, dogs, and even women with brooms. Running, running,
running; we're tired of running. Do you think we could have roller
skates so that we don't have to run anymore?"
The Lord says, "Say no more", and fits each mouse with
beautiful new roller skates.
About a week later, the Lord stops by to see the cat and finds him
snoozing on the pillow.
The Lord gently wakes the cat and asks him, "How are things
since you got here?"
The cat stretches and yawns, then replies, "It is wonderful here.
Better than I could have ever expected. And those
'Meals On Wheels' you've been sending by are the best!"
In a survey, employers were asked about the most bizarre events that occured during a job interview. Here are some of their answers:
The employers were also asked to list the most unusual things that job candidates have said:
Five surgeons are discussing who makes the best patients on the
operating table.
The first surgeon says, "I like to see accountants on my operating
table, because when you open them up, everything inside is numbered".
The second responds, "Yeah, but you should try electricians!
Everything inside them is colour coded".
The third surgeon says, "No, I really think librarians are the
best; everything inside them is in alphabetical order".
The fourth surgeon chimes in: "You know, I like construction
workers. Those guys always understand when you have a few parts
left over at the end, and when the job takes longer than you said it
would".
The fifth surgeon shut them all up when he observed: "You're all
wrong. Politicians are the easiest to operate on. There are no guts, no
heart, and no spine, and the head and rear end are interchangeable".
On a Saturday night several weeks ago, this pastor was working late and
decided to call his wife before he left for home. It was about 10:00 PM,
but his wife didn't answer the phone. The pastor let it ring many times.
He thought it was odd that she didn't answer, but decided to wrap up a
few things and try again in a few minutes. When he tried again she
answered right away. He asked her why she hadn't answered before, and she
said that it hadn't rung at their house.
They brushed it off as a fluke and went on their merry way.
The following Monday, the pastor received a call at the church office,
which was the phone that he'd used that Saturday night. The man that he
spoke with wanted to know why he'd called on Saturday night. The pastor
couldn't figure out what the guy was talking about. Then the guy said,
"It rang and rang, but I didn't answer". The pastor remembered
the mishap and apologized for disturbing him, explaining that he'd
intended to call his wife.
The man said, "That's OK, let me tell you my story. You see, I was
planning to commit suicide on Saturday night, but before I did, I prayed,
'God if you're there, and you don't want me to do this, give me a
sign now'. At that point my phone started to ring. I looked at the caller
ID, and it said, 'Almighty God'. I was afraid to answer!".
The man who was going to commit suicide is now meeting with the pastor
of Almighty God Tabernacle.
Yes, it's the old Abbott and Costello routine! Quite entertaining....
George is George "Dubya" Bush and Condi is Condoleza (advisor....)
| 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 Chinaman! |
| 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 was 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. |