TFF > -----Original Message----- > From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] > Behalf Of Katrina Kube > Sent: February 5, 2004 8:06 PM > To: CLUG General > Subject: [clug-talk] OT: [joke] Gates at the Bar > > > This probably isn't as good as the Tux joke Jesse sent in, but here it > is anyway (yes, I realize it's rather lengthy)... > > One quiet night at a local watering hole a tired Bill Gates walks in > and has a seat at the bar. Before he has a chance to order a drink he > catches a glimpse of one Steve Jobs down at the other end of the bar. > He coyly approaches Steve and says: “Hey Steve. Can I buy you...”. In a > heartbeat Steve interrupts him and says "Fuck you" and splashes him > with the bottled water he was drinking. Rejected Bill returns to his > seat and orders a few drinks. After a while a small penguin named Tux > enters the room and hops up onto a bar stool and motions to the barkeep > for his drink. A few ladies approach Tux and adore him up close > stroking his flippers. When the ladies leave Tux for the evening a pair > of alcohol crossed eyes focuses on him. Bill in his infinite wisdom and > a few too many beers shuffles over to Tux's spot at the bar. “Hey you > cute little thing. If you tell me your secret I'll buy you...”. Without > warning Tux bites Bills finger and waddles away. "That little shit! God > damnit I hate birds!" Bill to thinks himself as he returns to his seat. > Still intent on not going home alone he spots a something that sort of > might possibly look like a platypus, he isn’t too sure. He has had a > few drinks and by this point everything is starting look like warped > windows. Bill walks up to it and says “I don’t know what the hell you > are supposed to be but everyone here tonight has turned me down. Can I > buy you a…” And thus Bill met Hexely’s big ol’ trident poking him in > the ass. Limping back to his seat Bill questioned his abilities as a > global software market dominator. “Bartender. Am I not the world’s > richest geek?” inquired Bill. “Uh sure you are.” Replied the burly > mixmaster behind the counter. “Then give me something else to drink!” > Bill hollered. Some time passes and Bill notices a strange man in a > trench coat with a red fedora. This time Bill staggers to the the > stranger in the trenchcoat. “I know. What you want. Mr. Gates. I don’t > do Windows.” The stranger said taking off his bright red felt hat and > taking a sip of Scotch. “How?! I haven’t said anything to you yet.” > Bill stammered. “You just want to buy everyone” answered the strange > man. “A drink! A drink I swear! I just want to buy them a drink!” > retorted Gates. “That’s not what I heard from the folks outside.” Bill > was really pissed off now. “What are they saying?” “Beware of the prick > at the bar. He’s got security issues.” > > -EK > > > :-) > Katrina > > _______________________________________________ > clug-talk mailing list > [EMAIL PROTECTED] > http://clug.ca/mailman/listinfo/clug-talk_clug.ca >
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