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Feb. 15th, 2003 01:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabbitzillaThis turned up in my email about ten minutes ago. If any of you are on the 'Dogbyte & CatScratch' humor list, then I apologize for the repetition.
John was a clerk in a small drugstore but he was not much of a salesman. He could never find the item the customer wanted.
Bob, the owner, had had about enough and warned John that the next sale he missed would be his last.
Just then a man came in coughing and he ask John for their best cough syrup. Try as he might John could not find the cough syrup. Remembering Bob's warning he sold the man a box of Ex-Lax and told him to take it all at once. The customer did as John said and then walked outside and leaned against a lamp post.
Bob had seen the whole thing and came over to ask John what had transpired.
"He wanted something for his cough but I couldn't find the cough syrup. I substituted Ex-Lax and told him to take it all at once," John explained.
"Ex-Lax won't cure a cough" Bob shouted angrily.
"Sure it will" John said, pointing at the man leaning on the lamp post. "Look at him. He's afraid to cough!"
On really bad days, I can sympathize with the poor schmuck leaning on the lamp post. Today's not been that bad, but I'd swear it didn't miss by much. In other news, I'm nearing the end of Disc 2 of Final Fantasy VII, and am ready to declare myself 'well traveled. I've walked, driven a buggy, briefly flown a plane that was shot down and subsequently used as a shallow water boat, piloted an airship, been launched into space in a rocket, and now I'm at the helm of my very own submarine. *shudder* Tin can... TINY tin can... under ....WATER!. *shiver* That's my idea of hell, ladies and gentlemen.
Ah well. Saving the Planet calls for desperate measures, after all. [Yes, Rufus, I /will/ nail your sorry carcass to the wall if I ever catch you without your goons... since Sephiroth is already technically 'dead', there's not a lot I can do to -him-.]
*hugs and cuddles from the insomniac cabbit*
~Ellie-chan
John was a clerk in a small drugstore but he was not much of a salesman. He could never find the item the customer wanted.
Bob, the owner, had had about enough and warned John that the next sale he missed would be his last.
Just then a man came in coughing and he ask John for their best cough syrup. Try as he might John could not find the cough syrup. Remembering Bob's warning he sold the man a box of Ex-Lax and told him to take it all at once. The customer did as John said and then walked outside and leaned against a lamp post.
Bob had seen the whole thing and came over to ask John what had transpired.
"He wanted something for his cough but I couldn't find the cough syrup. I substituted Ex-Lax and told him to take it all at once," John explained.
"Ex-Lax won't cure a cough" Bob shouted angrily.
"Sure it will" John said, pointing at the man leaning on the lamp post. "Look at him. He's afraid to cough!"
On really bad days, I can sympathize with the poor schmuck leaning on the lamp post. Today's not been that bad, but I'd swear it didn't miss by much. In other news, I'm nearing the end of Disc 2 of Final Fantasy VII, and am ready to declare myself 'well traveled. I've walked, driven a buggy, briefly flown a plane that was shot down and subsequently used as a shallow water boat, piloted an airship, been launched into space in a rocket, and now I'm at the helm of my very own submarine. *shudder* Tin can... TINY tin can... under ....WATER!. *shiver* That's my idea of hell, ladies and gentlemen.
Ah well. Saving the Planet calls for desperate measures, after all. [Yes, Rufus, I /will/ nail your sorry carcass to the wall if I ever catch you without your goons... since Sephiroth is already technically 'dead', there's not a lot I can do to -him-.]
*hugs and cuddles from the insomniac cabbit*
~Ellie-chan
