hardheadjarhead
Senior Master
Bill walked into the paint section of the hardware store and says to
the assistant, "I'd like a pint of canary-yellow paint."
"Certainly," says the clerk. "Mind if I ask why you need it?"
"My parakeet," says Bill. "See, I want to enter him in a canary contest.
He sings so sweetly that I know he's sure to win."
"Well, you can't do that!" the assistant says. "The chemicals in the paint
will almost certainly kill the poor thing!"
"No, they won't."
"Listen, man, I'll bet you ten bucks your parakeet dies if you try to paint
him."
"You're on!" Bill says.
Two days later Bill comes back looking very sheepish and puts ten bucks on
the counter in front of the clerk.
"So the paint killed your bird?"
"Indirectly," Bill sighs. "He seemed to handle the paint okay, but he
didn't survive the sanding between coats."
Regards,
Steve
the assistant, "I'd like a pint of canary-yellow paint."
"Certainly," says the clerk. "Mind if I ask why you need it?"
"My parakeet," says Bill. "See, I want to enter him in a canary contest.
He sings so sweetly that I know he's sure to win."
"Well, you can't do that!" the assistant says. "The chemicals in the paint
will almost certainly kill the poor thing!"
"No, they won't."
"Listen, man, I'll bet you ten bucks your parakeet dies if you try to paint
him."
"You're on!" Bill says.
Two days later Bill comes back looking very sheepish and puts ten bucks on
the counter in front of the clerk.
"So the paint killed your bird?"
"Indirectly," Bill sighs. "He seemed to handle the paint okay, but he
didn't survive the sanding between coats."
Regards,
Steve
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