DORMITORY-> When you rearrange the letters: DIRTY ROOM
EVANGELIST-> When you rearrange the letters: EVIL'S AGENT
DESPERATION-> When you rearrange the letters: A ROPE ENDS IT
THE MORSE CODE-> When you rearrange the letters: HERE COME DOTS
SLOT MACHINES-> When you rearrange the letters: CASH LOST IN 'EM
ANIMOSITY-> When you rearrange the letters: IS NO AMITY
MOTHER-IN-LAW-> When you rearrange the letters: WOMAN HITLER
SNOOZE ALARMS-> When you rearrange the letters: ALAS! NO MORE Z'S
A DECIMAL POINT->When you rearrange the letters:I'M A DOT IN PLACE
ELEVEN PLUS TWO-> When you rearrange the letters: TWELVE PLUS ONE
2) Don't laugh at our Southern names (Merleen, Bodie, Ovine, Bubba, Luther Ray, Tammy Lynn, Darla Beth, Inez, Billy Joe, Sissy, Clovis, etc.) or we'll just have to kick your ass.
3) Don't order a bottle of pop or a soft drink or a can of soda down here. It's called a Coke. Nobody gives a damn whether it's Pepsi, RC, Dr. Pepper, 7-Up or whatever - it's still a Coke. Accept it. Doing otherwise can lead to an ass kicking.
4) We know our heritage. Most of us are more literate than you are (e.g.,Welty, Williams, Faulkner). We are also better educated and generally a lot nicer. Don't refer to us as a bunch of hillbillies, or we'll kick your ass.
5] We have plenty of business sense (e.g., Fred Smith of Fed Ex, Turner Broadcasting, MCI WorldCom, MTV, Dell, Netscape). Naturally, we do, sometimes, have small lapses in judgment (e.g., Carter, Edwards, Duke, Barnes, Clinton). We don't care if you think we are dumb. We are not dumb enough to let someone move to our state in order to run for the Senate. If someone tried to do that here, we would kick their ass.
6) Don't laugh at our Civil War monuments. If Lee had listened to Longstreet and flanked Meade at Gettysburg instead of sending Pickett up the middle, you'd be paying taxes to Richmond instead of Washington. If you visit Stone Mountain and complain about the carving, we'll kick your ass.
7) We are fully aware of how high the humidity is, so put a lid on it. Just spend your money and get the hell out of here, or we'll kick your ass.
8) Don't order wheat toast at Cracker Barrel. Everyone instantly will know that you're a Yankee. Eat your biscuits like God intended - with gravy. And don't put sugar on your grits, or we'll kick your ass.
9) Don't fake a Southern accent. This will incite a riot, and you will get your ass kicked.
10) Don't talk about how much better things are up North because we know better. Many of us have visited Northern dung holes like Detroit, Chicago, LA and DC, and we have the scars to prove it. If you don't like it here,Delta is ready when you are. Move your ass on home before it gets kicked.
11) Yes, we do know how to speak proper English. We talk this way because we don't want to sound like you. We don't care if you don't understand what we are saying. All other Southerners understand what we are saying, and that's all that matters. Now, go away and leave us alone, or we'll kick your ass.
12) Don't complain that the South is dirty and polluted. None of our lakes or rivers have caught fire recently. If you whine about our scenic beauty, we'll kick your ass all the way back to Boston Harbor. 13) Don't ridicule our Southern manners. We say sir and ma'am. We hold doors open for others. We offer our seats to old folks because such things are expected of civilized people. Behave yourselves around our sweet little grey-haired grandmothers or they'll kick some manners into your ass just like they did ours.
14) So you think we're quaint or losers because most of us live in the countryside? That's because we have enough sense to not live in filthy, smelly, crime-infested cesspools like New York or Newark. Make fun of our fresh air, and we'll kick your ass.
15) Last, but not least, DO NOT come down here and tell us how to cook barbecue. This will get your ass shot (right after it is kicked). You're lucky we let you come down here at all. Criticize our barbeque, and you will go home in a pine box ... minus your ass.
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While polishing the lamp, a genie appears and grants him three wishes.
"I wish for an ice cold diet Pepsi right now!"
POOF!
A Pepsi appears before him on his desk, so he picks it up and
guzzles it all at once.
Now that he can think more clearly, he states his second wish. "I wish to be on an island where beautiful nymphomaniacs reside."
POOF!
Suddenly he is on an island with gorgeous females eyeing him
lustfully.
He then tells the genie his third and last wish: "I wish I'd never have to work ever again."
POOF! He's back in his government office.
...the new policy on sexual harassment included a photo of
me.
...the Security guard made a complete inventory of my work
area.
...my assistant began responding to my memos with, "Yeah,
whatever."
...I got a "It's for you loser" .wav receiving e-mail, & not a
chime.
...my new Pentium was replaced with an 386sx-16 last weekend.
...the Human Resources Dept requested an update of my arrest
record.
...the Boss asked if I still had a copy of my 5 year
contract.
...I noticed co-workers measuring my office when I arrived at
work.
...my parking spot was relocated next to the dumpster.
...my secretary sez things like "Get the phone, my nails
aren't dry."
...three people began helping me write a "desk manual" for my
job.
...the LAN suddenly began backing-up my computer every 10
minutes.
...a large paper recycling box was placed next to my file
cabinets.
...the receptionist began saying "Who ???" to anyone calling
on me.