Unicorn (Unicorn@Indenial.com)
Mon, 22 Feb 1999 12:56:22 -0500
Ahh, those game shows! How much fun they are! (Not!)
LadyHawke
~*~*~*~*~*~*
"$64,000 Question"
Bob had finally made it to the last round of the $64,000
Question. The night before the big question, he told the
M.C. that he desired a question on American History.
The big night had arrived. Bob made his way on stage in
front of the studio and TV audience. He had become the
talk of the week. He was the best guest this show had
ever seen. The M.C. stepped up to the mic.
"Bob, you have chosen American History as your final
question. You know that if you correctly answer this
question, you will walk away $64,000 dollars richer. Are
you ready?"
Bob nodded with a cocky confidence-the crowd went
nuts. He hadn't missed a question all week.
"Bob, your question on American History is a two-part
question. As you know, you may answer either part
first. As a rule, the second half of the question is always
easier. Which part would you like to take a stab at first?"
Bob was now becoming more noticeably nervous. He
couldn't believe it, but he was drawing a blank.
American History was his easiest subject, but he played
it safe.
"I'll try the easier part first."
The M.C. nodded approvingly. "Here we go Bob. I will
ask you the second half first, then the first half."
The audience silenced with gross anticipation......
"Bob, here is your question: And in what year did it
happen??"
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"The Charade" (Adult?)
The world's greatest charade player brags that he can
guess any charade. A TV producer decides to use the
charade player in a TV special. He issues a challenge
offering the charade player a million dollars to guess a
very hard charade on television. The Charade player
agrees.
Comes the big night, all the world is watching. The
charade player is sitting on stage in front of a curtain.
Music blares and the curtain opens to reveal seven
nude young women.
The second and fourth ladies are holding their breasts,
while the other five have their backs to him and are
baring their behinds.
The charade player barely glances over them and
says, "The William Tell Overture by Rossini."
The flabbergasted producer says in awe, "You've done
i!. That's the right answer. You are indeed the greatest
charade player!" and hands him a check for a million
bucks.
Walking out, a reporter stops the charade player and
ask him how he did it.
"It's really simple," says the charade player. "One
look at the positions of the seven women, and I
realized it as the William Tell Overture."
"Rump... titty... rump... titty... rump... rump... rump."
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