JOKES




                   A LITTLE BOYS ADVICE 

                   A little boy got on the bus, sat next to a man 
                   reading a book and noticed he had his collar on 
                   backwards. The little boy asked why he wore his 
                   collar that way. 

                   The man, who was a priest, said,"I am a Father." 
                   The little boy replied, "My Daddy doesn't wear 
                   his collar like that." 
  
                   The priest looked up from his book and answered, 
                   "I am the Father of many." 
 
                   The boy said, "My Dad has 4 boys, 4 girls and two 
                   grandchildren and he doesn't wear his collar that 
                   way." 

                   The priest getting impatient said, "I am the 
                   Father of hundreds," and went back to reading his 
                   book. 

                   The little boy sat quietly ... but on leaving the 
                   bus he leaned over and said, "Well, maybe you 
                   should wear your pants backwards instead of your 
                   collar. 


                   FOR ALL YOU HIGH TECH OPERATORS

Winders for Hillbillies

                   MAN DOEN'T NEED GOD ANYMORE

                   A group of scientists decided that mankind had 
                   advanced far enough that they no longer needed 
                   God. So they drew straws, and the loser went to 
                   find God. When he found Him, he dithered a bit, 
                   made some small talk about the weather, and finally 
                   came out with it.

                   "OK, look God," he said, "We've mastered space 
                   exploration, we can cure any disease, we can talk
                   instantaneously with people around the world, we 
                   can clone human beings; basically, we don't need 
                   you any more."

                   God listened patiently. Finally He spoke.

                   "Tell you what," He said. "We'll settle this with 
                   a man-making contest. Each of us will make a man, 
                   and the first one to finish wins."

                   "Sure," said the man, who headed off to consult 
                   with his colleagues.

                   "Wait a minute," called God.

                   The man turned.

                   "We're going to do this the real way; the way 
                   I did it in the beginning."

                   "No problem," responds the man, bending down 
                   to grab a handful of clay.

                   "No, no, no," says God. "You get your own dirt."