A group of blondes in a college class were given the assignment to measure the height of a flagpole. So they went out to the flagpole with ladders and tape measures, and they're falling off the ladders, dropping the tape measures - the whole thing was just a mess.
A construction engineering student comes along, sees what they're trying to do, walks over, pulls the flagpole out of the ground, lays it flat, measures it from end to end, and then gives the measurement to one of the blondes and walks away.
After the engineer had gone, one blonde turned to another and laughed. "Isn't that just like a dumb construction engineer? We're looking for the height and he gives us the length
:stupid::stupid::stupid:
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The 10-husband virgin
A contractor married a woman who had previously divorced ten husbands.
On their wedding night, she told her new husband, "Please be gentle, I'm still a virgin."
"What?" said the puzzled groom. "How can that be if you've been married ten times?"
"Well, my first husband was a sales representative: he kept telling me how great it was going to be.
My second husband was in software services: he was never really sure how it was supposed to function, but he said he'd look into it and get back to me.
My third husband was from field services: he said everything checked out diagnostically but he just couldn't get the system up.
My fourth husband was in telemarketing: even though he knew he had the order, he didn't know when he would be able to deliver.
My fifth husband was an engineer: he understood the basic process but wanted three years to research, implement, and design a new state-of-the-art method.
My sixth husband was from finance and administration: he thought he knew how, but he wasn't sure whether it was his job or not.
My seventh husband was in marketing: although he had a nice product, he was never sure how to position it.
My eight husband was a therapist: all he ever did was talk about it.
My ninth husband was a gynecologist: all he did was look at it.
My tenth husband was a stamp collector: all he ever did was... God! I miss him! But now that I've married you, I'm really excited!"
"Good," said the new husband, "but, why?"
"You're a contractor. This time I know I'm gonna get screwed!"
A construction engineering student comes along, sees what they're trying to do, walks over, pulls the flagpole out of the ground, lays it flat, measures it from end to end, and then gives the measurement to one of the blondes and walks away.
After the engineer had gone, one blonde turned to another and laughed. "Isn't that just like a dumb construction engineer? We're looking for the height and he gives us the length
:stupid::stupid::stupid:
---------- Post added at 02:23 AM ---------- 6 hour anti-bump limit - Previous post was at 02:02 AM ----------
The 10-husband virgin
A contractor married a woman who had previously divorced ten husbands.
On their wedding night, she told her new husband, "Please be gentle, I'm still a virgin."
"What?" said the puzzled groom. "How can that be if you've been married ten times?"
"Well, my first husband was a sales representative: he kept telling me how great it was going to be.
My second husband was in software services: he was never really sure how it was supposed to function, but he said he'd look into it and get back to me.
My third husband was from field services: he said everything checked out diagnostically but he just couldn't get the system up.
My fourth husband was in telemarketing: even though he knew he had the order, he didn't know when he would be able to deliver.
My fifth husband was an engineer: he understood the basic process but wanted three years to research, implement, and design a new state-of-the-art method.
My sixth husband was from finance and administration: he thought he knew how, but he wasn't sure whether it was his job or not.
My seventh husband was in marketing: although he had a nice product, he was never sure how to position it.
My eight husband was a therapist: all he ever did was talk about it.
My ninth husband was a gynecologist: all he did was look at it.
My tenth husband was a stamp collector: all he ever did was... God! I miss him! But now that I've married you, I'm really excited!"
"Good," said the new husband, "but, why?"
"You're a contractor. This time I know I'm gonna get screwed!"
