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From: owner-humor
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To: Multiple recipients of list HUMOR
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Subject: Yugo's <clean, appreciative of the squirrel>
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Date: Saturday, April 09, 1994 12:21AM
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The recent posting about the the Yugo being the world's first disposable
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car reminded me a story that I heard once. It went like this . . .
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I was driving my brand new Yugo down a country road one
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afternoon and was thoroughly enjoying the surroundings.
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I was driving around a corner and suddenly, this huge
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animal, gray, with a bushy tail, jumps right out in front
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me. I stopmed on the brakes, but I still hit the thing!
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It went flying out in front of the car and landed about
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50 feet away. I quickly brought the car to a halt and got
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to look at the damage. I was horrified to find that the
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bumber and grill were completely smashed and antifreeze was
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all over the ground and steam was a risin'. Then, my
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attention was drawn to the huge gray thing that jumped out
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in front of me. To my surprise, the huge gray thing wasn't
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so huge after all; it was damned squirrel! In fact, I
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watched as it got up, shook its head back and forth a
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little bit, and ran away. I could have sworn that I heard
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it say, "Wow, that was fun!"
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So what's the moral of this story? I don't have a clue. I suppose it could
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be that after one hits a squirrel in a Yugo, 'you-go' no where. . .
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Sorry so lame, couldn't think of anything else, execpt for this riddle.
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There is a house directly on the equator. The peak of the roof is
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exactly perpendicular to the equator. (Let's assume that there is
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a plane that a perpendicular line can be drawn from.) If a
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rooster lays an egg right on top of the peak of the roof,
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which way will the egg fall?
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You sillies, roosters don't lay eggs . . .
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Jess
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