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SCENARIO:

  • You are on a horse galloping at a constant speed.
  • On your right is a sharp drop off
  • On your left is an elephant traveling at the same speed as you.
  • Directly in front of you is a galloping kangaroo and YOUR horse is unable to overtake it.
  • Behind you is a lion running at the same speed as you.

 

What must you do to safely get out of this dangerous situation?

 

 

 

Get off the Merry-go-round!

 

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At dinner last night, I was telling Jimbo about a comment a beta-reader made on my story about an inconsistency she caught. She pointed out 'how does your character know why the enemy doesn't notice her? Maybe he's in the back of the ship taking a pee.' While I was chuckling about that, my son piped up sagely, "Mom, they don't pee in Star Wars." Trust a 9 year old to notice the bathroom habits of Star Wars characters....

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Once upon a time, there was a handsome, strapping young lad named Stevereeno. Stevereeno lived on a farm in the country his entire life, and filled his happy days with handsome, strapping young lad farmwork. One day, when he was busy working and sweating in the hot sun, a beautiful girl in the next field over caught his eye. She was Jenny, the wholesome and blossoming daughter of the farmer next door. She looked up, and Stevereeno caught her eye as well. They hurried over to each other, and after returning each others' eyes to their respective sockets and viewing each other in fully stereoscopic vision, instantly became smitten. A whirlwind romance ensued, and it wasn't long before Stevereeno asked Jenny to marry him.

 

On the day of the wedding, Stevereeno stood, handsome and strapping as ever in his best suit at the altar in front of the priest. His cousin Hank stood beside him as Best Man. Steve, unable to contain his nervousness, whispered over to Hank: "Buddy...I...gotta ask you something!"

"What is it?" Hank replied.

"You gotta...you gotta tell me what to do in bed! I...I'm a virgin! I don't know how to do nuthin!" Stevereeno choked out.

"...You gotta be kiddin' me, cuz! You grew up on a farm! Just do what the dogs do!"

 

Just then, "Here Comes The Bride" blared out over the pipe organ. Jenny, looking more radiant and beautiful than ever, came sweeping down the aisle, her brilliant white dress almost blinding the dearly beloved. Stevereeno took a deep breath and muttered "what the dogs do...what the dogs do..." under his breath a few times before the ceremony began. A few minutes later, Steve and Jenny were Husband and Wife. They hopped into Stevereeno's truck, and drove off to their honeymoon.

 

The next morning, Jenny came crashing through the front door of her family's farmhouse, carrying all her baggage and crying profusely. She was so distraught that her mother and sisters took 10 whole minutes to calm her down.

"Oh, mama! I can't possibly be married to that man! It's horrible! He doesn't know how to make love at all! He just keeps smelling my ass and pissing on the bedpost!"

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Hehe, found this one in another forum.

 

A woman posted the following personal:

 

HUSBAND WANTED:

 

MUST BE IN MY AGE GROUP (70's),

MUST NOT BEAT ME,

MUST NOT RUN AROUND ON ME,

AND MUST STILL BE GOOD IN BED!

ALL APPLICANTS PLEASE APPLY IN PERSON.

 

On the second day she heard the doorbell. Much to her dismay, she opened the door to see a grey-haired gentleman sitting in a wheel chair. He had no arms or legs.

 

"You're not really asking me to consider you, are you?!" The widow said. "Just look at you ... You have no legs!"

 

The old gentleman smiled, "Therefore, I cannot run around on you!"

 

"You don't have any arms either!" she snorted.

 

Again, the old man smiled, "Therefore, I can never beat you!"

 

She raised an eyebrow and asked intently, "Are you still good in bed??"

 

The old man leaned back, beamed a big smile and said, "I rang the door bell, didn't I?"

 

The wedding is scheduled for this Saturday.

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The Inbox Of Nardo Pace, The Empire's Worst Engineer

 

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Subject Trash Compactor

From Death Star Detention Level Janitor <oldroscoe@empiremail.com>

Date A Long Time Ago 7:46 PM

To Nardo Pace <npace@empiremail.com>

 

Hey, kid. That trash compactor you designed is up and running and I've got

to say it looks great. Lots of grime, a magnetically sealed hatch that can't

be opened from the inside, a tentacled garbage creature that practically

serves no purpose at all. It's got everything a salty old janitor could ever

want.

 

One thing, though. It takes an awful long time to flatten garbage. I'm

talking a minute or more, depending on how many flimsy poles I toss in

there. If our capital ships can boogie at faster than light speeds, why

can't we make a few walls slide toward one another at a speed that outpaces

a Hutt's leisurely stroll?

 

 

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Subject breathing device too ****in LOUD

From Lord Vader <xVaDeRx@empiremail.com>

Date A Long Time Ago 12:20 AM

To Nardo Pace <npace@empiremail.com>

 

yo hey i still dont understand whats going on with this thing

 

can u put a knob on my breather apperatis so i can turn down the volume when

im in the library or sneakin up on maintenence droids? why did u put a

speaker on this thing in the first place lol

 

 

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Subject E-11 Blaster Rifle Calibration Still Off

From Stormtrooper Commander 09731 <09731@empiremail.com>

Date A Long Time Ago 3:51 PM

To Nardo Pace <npace@empiremail.com>

 

As you know, the E-11 has come a long way since its initial prototype.

Thanks to your hard work over the past three years the rifle no longer fires

completely sideways, and with your latest revision, the number of casualties

resulting from blaster fire being directed completely backwards has been

drastically reduced.

 

That said, the E-11 still has some accuracy issues. We recently bolted one

of the rifles to a testing mechanism so that it couldn't move even a

millimeter, then set up a human-sized target six feet in front of the

blaster's barrel. Shooting in two second intervals, we let the E-11 fire at

the target continuously for three days.

 

The result? Not one shot hit the target. I realize you're busy, but perhaps

we can go over the design one more time and iron this out.

 

 

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Subject Death Star

From Foreman Galhi <fgalhi@empiremail.com>

Date A Long Time Ago 8:13 PM

To Nardo Pace <npace@empiremail.com>

 

Keep your chin up, ok? Don't let the whole "Death Star getting blown up"

thing get you down.

 

It's really my fault just as much as it is yours. Your original plan called

for three weak spots, and I asked you to cut it down to one. If I had

suggested we get rid of the weak spots altogether none of this would have

happened.

 

What do we do now? Mope? No. We learn from our mistakes and make an

adjustment to the blueprint for the new Death Star I'm working on.

 

Construction is going great, by the way. As you suggested, instead of

constructing a defensive shell around the framework then working my way

inward, I'm just building all the cool stuff in the middle first. I think

you're right, it's the best way to go.

 

 

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Subject AT-ATs... hell yeah!

From Maximilian Veers <mveers@empiremail.com>

Date A Long Time Ago 10:09 AM

To Nardo Pace <npace@empiremail.com>

 

WOOO! Are you kidding me? Are you freaking kidding me!? These AT-ATs rule!

 

I cannot believe how awesome they are. I'm personally piloting one on our

upcoming operation on Hoth and I can't wait to stomp on those rebel scum.

There's like, no way to stop these things. I'm a big fan of yours, man. Big

fan.

 

 

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Subject carbonite transport device

From Boba Fett <backpacksgotjets@bountyhunters.com>

Date A Long Time Ago 3:17 PM

To Nardo Pace <npace@empiremail.com>

 

I am currently transporting a bounty that has been frozen in carbonite with

a device you created. I have been told to direct any questions or comments I

might have your way.

 

This is obviously a new technology, but might I suggest adding a few

security measures to the transport device's control panel? Right now anyone

can walk up to this thing and flip a few switches to release the frozen

prisoner. I'm thinking a number pad with a secret code would be great, or

heck, even a plain old key.

 

Just a friendly suggestion. Oh, and thanks for the modifications you made to

my rocket pack. That "ignition" button square on the back of the pack where

I can't reach it is great.

 

 

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Subject This darn bottomless shaft in my room

From Emperor Palpatine <bigbossman@empiremail.com>

Date A Long Time Ago 1:42 AM

To Nardo Pace <npace@empiremail.com>

 

You are responsible for designing my Throne Room, yes? Do not doubt it. I

can see the truth inside you. It burns with a twisted blackness that cannot

be denied.

 

I ask you this: Why is there a chasm in my room? Was it really necessary?

What purpose does it serve? Nothing useful has ever come of it. In fact,

sometimes when I awake in the middle of the night and stumble in the

darkness while making my way to the Imperial Restroom, I mistakenly wobble

along the shaft's edge. I also bump my knee on the Imperial Coffee Table,

but that is another matter.

 

I'm expecting very important company today, but I fully expect that you will

draw up plans for a grate to cover this errant hole and have someone build

it tomorrow. It is your destiny.

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Oh, and thanks for the modifications you made to

my rocket pack. That "ignition" button square on the back of the pack where

I can't reach it is great.

 

:rofl:

 

That and the blasters that never hit their target (thank God the backwards firing got fixed) had me howling.

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"Without an 'About Me' section, I've lost all sense of self," said Imbrescia, 17, who depends on the site to convey his innermost thoughts to millions of extended-network friends. "Do I want kids? How tall am I? What's my body type? These are questions I can't answer anymore. I'd pray to a god for help, but I've lost my religion field."

the ONION. Gotta love it :lol:

 

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Heh. some of these are pretty funny.

 

@Chainz: I notice your location. Do you go to UTK perchance?

 

 

My response below ~ Cz

 

Heh. some of these are pretty funny.

 

@Chainz: I notice your location. Do you go to UTK perchance?

 

"Did" for about 3 years, and was still taking "electives" :rolleyes:

Transferred to ITT Tech and gained a BS in Electronics Engineering in the same amount of time (wished I had gone straight to ITT).. It's been awhile however since I've had to 'hit the books'. (read : old fart) :lol:

 

One of my sisters goes to UTK and the other one goes to UTC. They've both just started so they're in for a "hoot".. hehehe :D

 

Go Vols!

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