1oldforester
10-03-2007, 10:39 AM
Jim strolls into the paint section of a hardware store and
walks up to the assistant. "I'd like a pint of canary-colored
paint," he says.
"Certainly," says the clerk. "Mind if I ask why you need it?"
"My parakeet," says Jim. "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," Jim replies.
"Listen, Buddy, I'll bet you ten bucks your parakeet dies if
you try to paint him."
"You're on!" says Jim.
Two days later Jim comes back looking very sheepish and puts
ten dollars on the counter in front of the clerk.
"So the paint killed your bird?"
"Indirectly," Jim says. "He seemed to handle the paint okay,
but he didn't survive the sanding between coats."
walks up to the assistant. "I'd like a pint of canary-colored
paint," he says.
"Certainly," says the clerk. "Mind if I ask why you need it?"
"My parakeet," says Jim. "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," Jim replies.
"Listen, Buddy, I'll bet you ten bucks your parakeet dies if
you try to paint him."
"You're on!" says Jim.
Two days later Jim comes back looking very sheepish and puts
ten dollars on the counter in front of the clerk.
"So the paint killed your bird?"
"Indirectly," Jim says. "He seemed to handle the paint okay,
but he didn't survive the sanding between coats."