The Robot Bartender
A man enters a bar and orders a drink. The bar has a robot bartender.
The robot serves him a perfectly prepared cocktail, and then asks him, "What's your IQ?"
The man replies "150" and the robot proceeds to make conversation about global warming factors, quantum physics and spirituality, biomimicry, environmental interconnectedness, string theory, nanotechnology, and sexual proclivities.
The customer is very impressed and thinks, "This is really cool." He decides to test the robot. He walks out of the bar, turns around, and comes back in for another drink. Again, the robot serves him the perfectly prepared drink and asks him, "What's your IQ?"
The man responds, "About a 100."
Immediately the robot starts talking, but this time, about football, NASCAR, baseball, supermodels, favorite fast foods, guns, and women's body parts.
Really impressed, the man leaves the bar and decides to give the robot one more test. He heads out and returns, the robot serves him and asks, "What's your IQ?"
The man replies, "Er, 50, I think."
And the robot says... real slowly, "So............... is your party gonna nominate Hillary for president???
This was stolen - verbatim! - from "Say No To P.C.B.S" - Thanks, Jenn!
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Gina Cobb has some funnies at her blog, too.
Kathy at "Oh How I Love Jesus", claims she's a bit 'barn-broke'. Mebbe so!
Angel adds some sweetness to Father's Day with "When God Created Fathers".
The Anchoress does some 'homiletic' teaching-by-proxy in, "Holding Fast, and Having Faith".
Oh, yeah! I completely forgot! blogagog has this gem, "The Long Arm Of The Nightstick". It should make you snort and chuckle. Unless you are a Lefty. *sigh*
3 comments:
lolz..Happy Dads DAY!
Zing! I saw one the other day that was funny to. It wasn't political, but I changed it :)
Hilary Clinton rushed to see her doctor, looking very much worried and all strung out. She rattles off: “Doctor, take a look at me. When I woke up this morning, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my hair all wiry and frazzled up, my skin was all wrinkled and pasty, my eyes were bloodshot and bugging out, and I had this corpse-like look on my face! What's WRONG with me, Doctor!?”
The doctor looks Mrs. Clinton over for a couple of minutes, then calmly says: “Well, I can tell you that there ain't nothing wrong with your eyesight....”
blog: HAH! :D
Angel: Enjoy the Holiday!
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