[3293] in Humor
HUMOR: Who Ya Gonna Call?
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Sharalee M. Field)
Thu Aug 24 18:13:39 2000
Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2000 18:04:50 -0400
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From: "Sharalee M. Field" <sharalee_field@harvard.edu>
Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2000 10:22:24 -0400
From: Monica Bullet <mbullet@fas.harvard.edu
Subject: Fwd: Fw: An unlikely encounter, Too funny!! (fwd)
An extremely modest man was in the hospital for a series of tests, the
last of which had left his system upset. Upon making several false-alarm
trips to the bathroom, he decided the latest was another, and stayed put.
He suddenly filled his bed with diarrhea and was embarrassed beyond his
ability to remain rational. Losing his presence of mind, he jumped up,
gathered up the bed sheets, and threw them out the hospital window.
A drunk was walking by the hospital when the sheets landed on him.
He started yelling, cursing, and swinging his arms wildly, which left
the soiled sheets in a tangled pile at his feet.
As the drunk stood there staring down at the sheets, a security guard, who
had watched the whole incident, walked up and asked,
"What the hell was that all about?"
Still staring down, the drunk replied=85
"I think I just beat the crap out of a ghost!"
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