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Dagwood
04-14-2007, 09:31 PM
Tickle Me...

This allegedly took place in a factory in the USA which manufactured the 'Tickle Me Elmo' toys, (a children's plush cuddly toy which laughs when tickled under the arm). The legend has is it that a new employee was hired at the Tickle Me Elmo factory and she duly reported for her first day's induction training, prior to being allocated a job on the production line. At 08:45 the next day the personnel manager received a visit from an excited assembly line foreman who was not best pleased about the performance of the new recruit. The foreman explained that she was far too slow, and that she was causing the entire line to back-up, delaying the whole production schedule. The personnel manager asked to see what was happening, so both men proceeded to the factory floor. On arrival they saw that the line was indeed badly backed-up - there were hundreds of Tickle Me Elmos strewn all over the factory floor, and they were still piling up. Virtually buried in a mountain of toys sat the new employee earnestly focused on her work. She had a roll of red plush fabric and a bag of marbles. The two men watched amazed as she cut a little piece of fabric, wrapped it around a pair of marbles and carefully began sewing the little package between Elmo's legs. The personnel manager began to laugh, and it was some while before he could compose himself, at which he approached the trainee. "I'm sorry," he said to her, not able to disguise his amusement, "but I think you misunderstood the instructions I gave you yesterday.... Your job is to give Elmo two test tickles."

Qtec
04-14-2007, 09:37 PM
Hi D. /ccboard/images/graemlins/grin.gif
Did you know that when eg8r was born, he was so ugly that the doctor gave his mother a slap? /ccboard/images/graemlins/grin.gif

Q /ccboard/images/graemlins/grin.gif /ccboard/images/graemlins/grin.gif

dg-in-centralpa
04-15-2007, 06:43 AM
A 6 year-old and 4 year-old are upstairs in their
bedroom.

"You know what" says the 6 year-old. "I think it's
about time we started cussing."

The 4 year-old nods his head in approval.

The 6 year-old continues, "When we go downstairs for
breakfast, I'm gonna say something with hell and you
say something with ass."

The 4 year-old agrees with enthusiasm. When their
mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year-old
what he wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw hell Mom,
I guess I'll have some Cheerios."

Whack! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the
kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying his
eyes out with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his
rear with every step. She locks him in his room and
shouts, "You can stay in there until I let you out."

She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year-ol
d and asks with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want
for breakfast, young man?"

"I don't know," he blubbers, "but you can bet your fat
ass it won't be Cheerios."


DG