Subject: Conversation With A Stranger
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Sun Jul 27 2003 - 02:58:01 EDT
"Conversation With A Stranger"
"So, how's life been for you?" a guy asked.
"Not too good," replied the newcomer. "My first wife
died of cancer; my second wife turned out to be a
lesbian and ran off with another woman and took
all our savings; my son's in prison for trying to kill me;
my daughter got run over by a bus on Military Trail;
my house was hit by a low-flying aircraft that missed
getting into Boca Raton; my vintage car rolled off the
Jupiter dockside into the sea; I had to have my dog
put down recently; my doctor says that I have an
incurable disease; and to cap it all my business has
just gone bust."
"Darn, said the first guy, "That sounds terrible, what
business were you in?"
"I sell good luck charms at Florida craft festivals."
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".Com or not .Com"
A poor, downtrodden beggar stands on the
corner of Wilshire and Sepulveda, not having
much luck. Exasperated and hungry, he's
scrawled the word "Beg" on a piece of cardboard.
Hardly anyone pays any attention to him. A few
passers-by drop him a couple of pennies.
Suddenly, he gets an idea. He picks up his sign
and adds ".com" to the word "Beg." Within a few
minutes, two venture capitalists roar to a stop at the
intersection, tripping over each other to be the first
to offer him a quarter of a million dollars for his site.
Pleased with his new-found wealth, the beggar
decides to go one better. Flipping his cardboard
sign over, he writes "e-Beg." Within fifteen minutes,
Jerry Yang and Bill Gates pull up in limousines and
ask to buy him out.
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