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Friday, October 19. 2007

New Orleans

On a recent flight while readying to depart for New Orleans, Jack was seated on the plane when a guy took the seat beside him. The guy was an emotional wreck, pale, hands shaking, moaning in fear.   "What's the matter?" Jack asked. "I've been transferred to New Orleans, there are crazy people there. They've got lots of shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, poor public schools, and the highest crime rate in the country."

 Jack replied, "I've lived in New Orleans all my life.  It's not as bad as the media says. Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business, enroll your kids in a nice private school. It's as safe a place as anywhere in the world." The guy relaxed and stopped shaking and said, "Oh, thank you. I've been worried to death. But if you live there and say it's OK, I'll take your word for it. What do you do for a living?" "Me?" said Jack. "I'm a tail gunner on a Budweiser truck."

 

Posted by Gwynnie in The Culture, "Culture," Pop Culture and Recreation at 08:34 | Comment (1) | Trackbacks (0)

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oh, that's GOOD --wonder if the joke created the pic, or vice-versa--
#1 buddy larsen on 2007-10-19 11:39 (Reply)

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