A little withered old man walks into a timber company office, and applies
for a job as a lumberjack. The foreman politely tries to talk him out of the
idea. After all, he is old, small, and apparently much too weak to fell
trees. The old man picks up an axe and walks over to a huge redwood. As he
goes to work, a high-pitched whine comes from the axe, chips of wood fly
everwhere, and the odor of burning wood fills the air. In record time, the
old man is finished chopping down the tree.
"That's just astounding," the forman says, "wherever did you learn to
chop down trees like that?"
"Well now," the old man smiles, "have you ever heard of the Sahara
"You mean the Sahara Desert."
"Sure, that's what it's called NOW..."
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-if you have to ask get out of the way-
Have you ever been stopped by a traffic cop and, while he was
writing a ticket or giving you a warning, you got the feeling that
he would just love to yank you out of the car, right through the
window, and smash your face into the front fender?...