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A man, disillusioned with the world, joins a monastery and becomes a Monk.
The monastery has a vow of silence, every ten years, a monk may speak two words to the Master.
After ten years, the man approaches the Master, and the Master say's, "Speak your two words my son."
And the man say's, "Food. Cold."
Again, another ten years passes by, and the man approaches his Master, and is told, "Speak your two words my son."
And the man say's, "Bed. Hard."
Again, time passes, and another ten years, 30 years now the man has lived in the monastery, and the man approaches his Master, who tell's him, "Speak your two words my son."
And the man say's, "I'm leaving."
As the man walks towards the exit, the Master looks to another Monk and say's, "Never liked him anyhow, he never stopped complaining."
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“It’s your turn, Dad” said my 4 year old grandson, after doing his “Ninja moves” in front of the Home Depot display of surveillance cameras and monitors… and crowd of on lookers.
After some hesitation, he did take his turn… to an applauding crowd, proud son and smiling father.
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Computer programs are an exercise in Artificial Inelegance.
~Richard
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He has all the virtues I dislike
and none of the vices I admire.
-- Winston Churchill
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"The only way to keep your health is to eat what you don't want, drink what you don't like, and do what you'd rather not." ~ Mark Twain
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Spelling is a lossed art
rs,
Tack
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Pity the one armed economist, "On the one hand.......
~Richard
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If all the world's economists were laid end to end, they wouldn't reach a conclusion.
rs,
Tack
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If you strap a slice of buttered bread (butter side up) to the back of a cat and dropped the cat from a ladder, what would happen?
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No matter how far the fall it could make a cat-ass-trophy
~Richard
