Saturday, February 9, 2002
N E T P I C K I N G


Fishing licence

A couple of young boys were fishing at their special pond off the beaten track. All of a sudden, the Game Warden jumped out of the bushes. Immediately, one of the boys threw his rod down and started running through the woods. The game warden was hot on his heels. After about half a mile, the young man stopped and stooped over with his hands on his thighs to catch his breath, so the game warden finally caught up to him. "Let's see your fishing licence, boy!" the warden gasped.

With that, the boy pulled out his wallet and gave the game warden a valid fishing licence. "Well, son," said the game warden, "you must be about as dumb as a box of rocks! You don't have to run from me if you have a valid licence!"

"Yes, sir," replied the kid, "but my friend back there, he didn't have one."

 


Generally speaking...

It was a dark, stormy, night. The Marine was on his first assignment, and it was guard duty.

A General stepped out taking his dog for a walk. The nervous young Private snapped to attention, made a perfect salute, and snapped out "Sir, Good evening, sir!"

The General, out for some relaxation, returned the salute and said "Good evening soldier, nice night, isn't it?"

Well it wasn't a nice night, but the Private wasn't going to disagree with the General, so the he saluted again and replied - "Sir, yes sir!"

The General continued, "You know there's something about a stormy night that I find soothing, it's really relaxing. Don't you agree?"

The Private didn't agree, but then the private was just a private, and responded, "Sir, yes sir!"

The General, pointing at the dog, "This is a golden retriever, the best type of dog to train."

The Private glanced at the dog, saluted yet again and said "Sir, yes sir!"

The General continued "I got this dog for my wife."

The Private simply said, "Good trade, sir!"

(Culled from the Net by Sunil Sharma)

This feature was published on February 2, 2002