The father walks up to the front desk and says, "Oh, hi Dave."
The boss faints.
Thứ Hai, 3 tháng 10, 2016
"Fly Southwest"
The little boy had been looking out of the window. He turned to his mother and asked, "If big dogs have baby dogs, and big cats have baby cats, why don't big planes have baby planes?"
The mother couldn't think of an answer. She told her son to ask the flight attendant.
The boy went down the aisle and asked the flight attendant, "If big dogs have baby dogs, and big cats have baby cats, why don't big planes have baby planes?"
The busy flight attendant smiled and asked the boy, "Did your mother tell you to ask me that?"
The boy replied, "Yes, she did."
"Well", said the flight attendant, "you tell your mother that there are no baby planes because Southwest always pulls out on time. Have your mother explain that to you."
The New York Times
The New York Times
Donald Trump declared a $916 million loss on his 1995 income tax returns, a tax deduction so substantial it could have allowed him to legally avoid paying any federal income taxes for almost two decades.
October 2, 2016 at 08:22PM
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Sir, why do you ask for a red shirt before battle?
In the days when tall wooden ships sailed the high seas, there was this one ship sailing during a war. That morning, the lookout shouted, “Enemy ship on the horizon.” The captain said to his ensign, “Get me my red shirt.” The ensign, rather bewildered by this odd request, did as his captain ordered.
Though the battle was a long one, the captain and his crew managed to fend off the enemy ship. Later that day, the lookout shouted, “Two enemy ships on the horizon.”
As before, the captain said to his ensign, “Get me my red shirt.” And, as before, the ensign did as his captain asked. The battle took the rest of the day to fight, and again they managed to defeat the two enemy ships. That evening, the ensign asked his captain, “Sir, why, before every battle, do you ask for your red shirt?” The captain replied, “Well, if I am wounded in battle, the blood will not show and the crew will continue to fight.”
The crew was listening, and they were impressed. They had a brave captain. The next morning, the lookout shouted, “Ten enemy ships on the horizon.” The ensign looked at his captain, waiting for the usual orders. The captain said to his ensign, “Ensign, get me my brown pants.”
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