On Jan 31, 10:55*am, "678.714.5764" > wrote:
> ****wit David Harrison was visiting the Eastbourne and Country Taxis
> company and happened to meet with the managing director. *****wit said,
> "I'm thinking of starting a houseboat cleaning company back at Holiday
> Marina. *Your company seems to run very efficiently. *What's the secret
> to your success?" *The director replied, "You must surround yourself
> with intelligent people." *****wit said, "Okay, but how do I know if the
> people I hire are intelligent?" *The director answered, "You must pose a
> question to them that allows them to prove their intelligence. *Watch -
> I'll demonstrate." *He pushed the button on his intercom to the cabbies'
> lounge and said, "Please send Derek Nash into my office." *Derek
> appeared a moment later, and the director asked him, "Derek, your
> parents have a child, and it's not your brother and it's not your
> sister. *Who is it?" *Derek answered promptly, "It would be me, of
> course." *"Very good," the director said, and Derek returned to the
> lounge. *****wit was impressed. *"Thanks a lot for that. *I'll use it
> when I get back to Lake Lanier."
>
> When he returned, ****wit called Douchebag Ron Hamilton into the shack
> serving as an office and put him to the test. *"Uh...your parents have a
> child, and it ain't your brother and it ain't your sister. *Uh, who is
> it?" *Douchebag thought for a moment but couldn't answer. *"Boss, I'll
> have to get back to you on that," Douchebag said as he sidled out of the
> shack. *He asked all his pals but they couldn't answer, either. *Then he
> thought, "Rupert's the smartest 'vegan' I know. *I'll bet he knows the
> answer!" *Douchebag looked up the University of Münster mathematics
> department and called it, eventually reaching Rupert. *Douchebag said,
> "Listen, Rupert - your parents have a child, and it's not your brother
> and not your sister. *Who is it?" *Rupert quickly replied, "Why, it's
> me, naturally!" *"Thanks, buddy, I owe you one," said Douchebag as he
> hung up the phone.
>
> Douchebag raced back to the shack and said, "*Goo*, I know the answer to
> your riddle. *It's Rupert McCallum!" *Disgusted, ****wit slammed down a
> dirty mop and shouted, "No, you stupid ****wit - it's Derek Nash!"



LOL! At last you came up with something that was
humorous ..........besides your self-outstupidications that is.