A man walks into a bar and orders a drink. The bar has a robot bartender.
The robot serves him a perfectly prepared cocktail, and then asks him, "What's your IQ?"
The man replies "150" and the robot proceeds to make conversation about global warming factors, quantum physics and spirituality, bio mimicry, environmental interconnectedness, string theory, nano-technology, and sexual proclivities.
The customer is very impressed and thinks, "This is really cool." He decides to test the robot.
He walks out of the bar, turns around, and comes back in for another drink. Again, the robot serves him the perfectly prepared drink and asks him, "What's your IQ?"
The man responds, "about a 100."
Immediately the robot starts talking, but this time, about football, NASCAR, baseball, super models, favorite fast foods, guns, and women's breasts.
Really impressed, the man leaves the bar and decides to give the robot one more test.
He heads out and returns, the robot serves him and asks, "What's your IQ?"
The man replies, "Er, 50, I think."
And the robot says...real slowly,
"So... ya gonna vote Republican again?"
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
I don't write 'em...But I AM a giver.
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YES!
Heh heh heh. Funny stuff. I miss you too.
Trish,
I've been meaning to get by your blog. Can I tell you how much I ADORE your daughter?
Anyways, I wanted to thank you for such a kind and loving comment on my blog. Beautiful words, thank you.
I'll be back!
Trish. It is those times where I "crack" that I feel the most sorrow for. I wish, wish with all of my being that I could be perfect in this road that I walk. For those times, those are the times when I talk to the children, and we share, and we heal..... it's those times that I remember how far I've come, and how far I have to go, but by the grace of God am improving day after day..... The "cracking" lessons and lessons, and we move on and forward.... but it pains me so... it pains me to cause grief to my children, even it is, by far, incredibly less then I endured..... and it's all of the many times I get it right, and keep the magic and love alive, that bridges the gap between the two..... and thank you, from the bottom of my heart for your open and candid honesty. It helps me more then any thing to not feel alone and worthless in my errors. Love, Misty
Love, love, love it!!!!!!
hahahaha. poor republicans.
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