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Redbaron
Pirate fan since the dark ages
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A contestant on Who Wants to be a Millionaire? had reached the final plateau. If she answered the next question correctly, she would win $1,000,000.
If she answered incorrectly, she would pocket only the 32,000 milestone money. And as she suspected it would be, the million-dollar question was no pushover.
It was: “Which of the following species of birds does not build its own nest, but instead lays its eggs in the nests of other birds? Is it A) the condor; the buzzard; C) the cuckoo; or D) the vulture?”
The woman was on the spot. She did not know the answer. And she was doubly on the spot because she had used up her 50/50 Lifeline and her Audience Poll Lifeline. All that remained was her Phone-a-Friend! Lifeline.
The woman hoped she would not have to use it because her friend was, well, not the smartest. She had no alternative. She called her friend and gave her the question and the four choices. The friend responded unhesitatingly: “That’s easy. The answer is C: The cuckoo.”
The contestant had to make a decision and make it fast. She considered employing a reverse strategy and giving the host any answer except the one that her friend had given her. And considering that her friend was not the smartest, that would seem to be the logical thing to do.
On the other hand – the friend had responded with such confidence, such conviction, that the contestant could not help but be persuaded.
“I need an answer,” said the host.
Crossing her fingers, the contestant said, “C: The cuckoo.”
“Is that your final answer?” asked the host.
“Yes, that is my final answer.”
Two minutes later, the host said: “That answer is … absolutely correct! You are now a millionaire!”
Three days later, the contestant hosted a party for her family and friends including the friend who had helped her win the million dollars. “Jenny, I just do not know how to thank you! ” said the contestant.
“How did you happen to know the right answer?”
“Oh, come on,” said the friend. “Everybody knows that cuckoos don’t build nests. They live in clocks.”
If she answered incorrectly, she would pocket only the 32,000 milestone money. And as she suspected it would be, the million-dollar question was no pushover.
It was: “Which of the following species of birds does not build its own nest, but instead lays its eggs in the nests of other birds? Is it A) the condor; the buzzard; C) the cuckoo; or D) the vulture?”
The woman was on the spot. She did not know the answer. And she was doubly on the spot because she had used up her 50/50 Lifeline and her Audience Poll Lifeline. All that remained was her Phone-a-Friend! Lifeline.
The woman hoped she would not have to use it because her friend was, well, not the smartest. She had no alternative. She called her friend and gave her the question and the four choices. The friend responded unhesitatingly: “That’s easy. The answer is C: The cuckoo.”
The contestant had to make a decision and make it fast. She considered employing a reverse strategy and giving the host any answer except the one that her friend had given her. And considering that her friend was not the smartest, that would seem to be the logical thing to do.
On the other hand – the friend had responded with such confidence, such conviction, that the contestant could not help but be persuaded.
“I need an answer,” said the host.
Crossing her fingers, the contestant said, “C: The cuckoo.”
“Is that your final answer?” asked the host.
“Yes, that is my final answer.”
Two minutes later, the host said: “That answer is … absolutely correct! You are now a millionaire!”
Three days later, the contestant hosted a party for her family and friends including the friend who had helped her win the million dollars. “Jenny, I just do not know how to thank you! ” said the contestant.
“How did you happen to know the right answer?”
“Oh, come on,” said the friend. “Everybody knows that cuckoos don’t build nests. They live in clocks.”
Time less the thing ...
Redbaron
Pirate fan since the dark ages
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A girl potato and a boy potato were smitten with each other, and soon enough, they tied the knot. Not long after, they welcomed a little sweet potato into their lives and lovingly named her **Yam**.
As Yam grew up, her parents wanted only the best for her. When the time came, they sat her down to discuss the facts of life.
“Yam,” they said, “be careful out there. Don’t go getting half-baked and end up mashed. We don’t want you turning into a ‘hot potato’ with a bad reputation or, worse, winding up with a bunch of tater tots to take care of!”
Yam rolled her eyes but assured them, “Relax, Mom and Dad. No spud is going to sweet-talk me into the sack and turn me into a rotten potato. But I’m not staying home to be a couch potato either! I’ll stay active and make sure I’m not as skinny as my shoestring cousins.”
When Yam decided to travel to Europe, Mr. and Mrs. Potato were nervous. They warned her, “Watch out for those hard-boiled Irish potatoes and those greasy French Fries. And steer clear of those high-class Yukon Golds—they’re flashy but trouble. Oh, and don’t even think about hanging around with those ruffians who ride around in Frito Lay trucks!”
To ensure Yam’s bright future, they sent her to Idaho P.U. (Potato University). “With a degree,” they said proudly, “you’ll really be in the chips!”
But one fateful day, Yam returned home with big news. “Mom, Dad,” she said excitedly, “I’m getting married!”
“Who’s the lucky spud?” they asked.
With a dreamy smile, Yam replied, “Tom Brokaw!”
Mr. and Mrs. Potato gasped in horror. “Tom Brokaw? You can’t marry him!”
“Why not?” Yam asked, confused.
With a heavy sigh, they said,
“Because, Yam… he’s just a **common tater**!”
As Yam grew up, her parents wanted only the best for her. When the time came, they sat her down to discuss the facts of life.
“Yam,” they said, “be careful out there. Don’t go getting half-baked and end up mashed. We don’t want you turning into a ‘hot potato’ with a bad reputation or, worse, winding up with a bunch of tater tots to take care of!”
Yam rolled her eyes but assured them, “Relax, Mom and Dad. No spud is going to sweet-talk me into the sack and turn me into a rotten potato. But I’m not staying home to be a couch potato either! I’ll stay active and make sure I’m not as skinny as my shoestring cousins.”
When Yam decided to travel to Europe, Mr. and Mrs. Potato were nervous. They warned her, “Watch out for those hard-boiled Irish potatoes and those greasy French Fries. And steer clear of those high-class Yukon Golds—they’re flashy but trouble. Oh, and don’t even think about hanging around with those ruffians who ride around in Frito Lay trucks!”
To ensure Yam’s bright future, they sent her to Idaho P.U. (Potato University). “With a degree,” they said proudly, “you’ll really be in the chips!”
But one fateful day, Yam returned home with big news. “Mom, Dad,” she said excitedly, “I’m getting married!”
“Who’s the lucky spud?” they asked.
With a dreamy smile, Yam replied, “Tom Brokaw!”
Mr. and Mrs. Potato gasped in horror. “Tom Brokaw? You can’t marry him!”
“Why not?” Yam asked, confused.
With a heavy sigh, they said,
“Because, Yam… he’s just a **common tater**!”
After that humus receded ... and the entire case went underground as ... what else but a deeper party! Partiside ... paritsan? Those without the other side to amuse the conflict ... ah muse eh? Sound it out by forming the lips ... according to the author of Tom Sawyer ... ornery bla*stage!A girl potato and a boy potato were smitten with each other, and soon enough, they tied the knot. Not long after, they welcomed a little sweet potato into their lives and lovingly named her **Yam**.
As Yam grew up, her parents wanted only the best for her. When the time came, they sat her down to discuss the facts of life.
“Yam,” they said, “be careful out there. Don’t go getting half-baked and end up mashed. We don’t want you turning into a ‘hot potato’ with a bad reputation or, worse, winding up with a bunch of tater tots to take care of!”
Yam rolled her eyes but assured them, “Relax, Mom and Dad. No spud is going to sweet-talk me into the sack and turn me into a rotten potato. But I’m not staying home to be a couch potato either! I’ll stay active and make sure I’m not as skinny as my shoestring cousins.”
When Yam decided to travel to Europe, Mr. and Mrs. Potato were nervous. They warned her, “Watch out for those hard-boiled Irish potatoes and those greasy French Fries. And steer clear of those high-class Yukon Golds—they’re flashy but trouble. Oh, and don’t even think about hanging around with those ruffians who ride around in Frito Lay trucks!”
To ensure Yam’s bright future, they sent her to Idaho P.U. (Potato University). “With a degree,” they said proudly, “you’ll really be in the chips!”
But one fateful day, Yam returned home with big news. “Mom, Dad,” she said excitedly, “I’m getting married!”
“Who’s the lucky spud?” they asked.
With a dreamy smile, Yam replied, “Tom Brokaw!”
Mr. and Mrs. Potato gasped in horror. “Tom Brokaw? You can’t marry him!”
“Why not?” Yam asked, confused.
With a heavy sigh, they said,
“Because, Yam… he’s just a **common tater**!”
Poked, shafted and bored ... stuck? Then that lady with the tent peg ... wooden at that! Pointed out ... ♂
We do need funny bits ... what to do with them is a sacred thing like Gnostic ... and then it sticks? Some portals are like rabi thols ... bugs the fuddy duddy ...
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