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West Texas Cowboy

Started by 4402tuff4u, October 11, 2006, 08:27:05 AM

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Subject: Fw: West Texas Cowboy
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>          West Texas Cowboy
>          A West Texas cowboy was herding his cows in a remote pasture
>when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him.
>The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban
>sunglasses and YSL tie, leans out the window and asks the cowboy, "If I
>tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have in your herd, will you give me a calf?"
>         The cowboy looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at
>his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, "Sure, Why not?" The
>yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects it
>to his Cingular RAZR V3 cell phone, and surfs to a NASA page on the
>Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite navigation system to get an
>exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite
>that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo.
>         The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop
>and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany.
>Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image
>has been processed and the data stored. He then accesses a MS-SQL
>database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with email on his
>Blackberry and, after a few minutes, receives a response. Finally, he
>prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized
>HP LaserJet printer and finally turns to the cowboy and says, "You have
>exactly 1,586 cows and calves."
>         "That's right. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves,"
>says the cowboy. He watches the young man select one of the animals and
>looks on amused as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car.
>         Then the cowboy says to the young man, "Hey, if I can tell you
>exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?" The
>young man thinks about it for a second and then says, "Okay, why not?"
>         You're a Congressman for the U.S. Government", says the cowboy.
>"Wow! That's correct," says the yuppie, "but how did you guess that?" 
>"No guessing required." answered the cowboy. "You showed up here even
>though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already
>knew, to a question I never asked. You tried to show me how much
>smarter than me you are; and you don't know a thing about cows........
>         Now give me back my dog."
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"Mother should I trust the government?........... Pink Floyd "Mother"

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