We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Don't remember where I got this, probably here or Theo's...
Sven & Olaf were fishing one day when Sven pulled out a cigar. Finding he had no matches, he asked Olaf for a light.
"Ya, shure, I tink I haff a lighter", he replied.
Then reaching into his tackle box, he pulled out a Bic lighter 10 inches long.
"Yiminy Cricket!" exclaimed Sven, taking the huge Bic Lighter in his hands. Vere dit yew git dat monster??"
"Vell", replied Olaf, "I got it from my Genie"
"You haff a Genie?" Sven asked. "Ya, shure, it's right here in my tackle box, says Olaf.
"Could I see him?" asked Sven.
Olaf opens his tackle box & sure enough, out pops the Genie. Addres sing the Genie, Sven says, "Hey dere, I'm a good friend of your master. Vill you grant me vun vish?"
"Yes, I will", says the Genie.
So Sven asks the Genie for a million bucks.
The Genie disappears back into the tackle box leaving Sven sitting there, waiting for his million bucks. Shortly, the sky darkens and is filled with the sound of a million ducks... flying overhead.
Over the roar of the million ducks Sven yells at Olaf, "Yumpin' Yimminy! I asked for a million bucks, not a million ducks!"
Olaf answers, "Ya, I forgot to tell yew dat da Genie is hart of hearing. Do yew really tink I asked for a 10-inch Bic ?