A Little Parable about ABSOLUTELY NOTHING

["jab21kill" <the.evil.guy@xxxxxxxxxx>]

Why on 'Wants' and not on 'Loves'?  For the simple reason that want
implies desire over pure emotion, and everybody knows desire equals
violence (on some level<s>) hence putting this absolutely pointless
piece of funny nonsensicleness on this group and not the other.

Plus I'm hoping to inspire some more funny B/W parables, but of the
violent and not the lovey-dovey sort.

;>



A parable that helps me get through every day.
Two men met at a fork in the road. One was a Monk, and the other was a
travelling salesman. They paused, and each considered the other.

"May I pass?" asked the monk.

"Can I interest you in this George Foreman's Lean Mean Fat-Reducin'
Grilling Machine I'm selling? It's great. The fat just drips away!"

"I don't eat meat," the monk replied.

"Hey, that's okay! You can cook them things with the vegetables on
sticks. Kebabs, right? Oh, they're delicious."

"There's no electricity at my monestary."

The Salesman sighed, and directed his gaze up at the clear blue sky.
"You know, there used to be a time when I could sell anything to a
monk. Seems like those days are over."

"You must learn to accept change while remaining steadfast. This is
the path to enlightenment."

The salesman frowned, and glanced backwards. Behind him was the sign
marking the roads that converged on that spot.

"I thought this was the path to Newark."

"You literal bastard!" screamed the Monk, pulling out a sub-machine
gun and riddling the salesman full of holes. "That'll learn ya!"

Moments later, the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.
"Jumping jupiter. It's the cops! I better scram!" The Monk quickly
hopped into his Model T and began chugging off towards the city and
away from the scene of the crime.

Two thousand miles away, George Foreman clutched his chest in pain.
Somewhere, one of his loyal army of salesman had been slain. Clenching
his fist in sorrow and anger, he put down his hamburger and wiped his
mouth with the back of his hand.

"Wife?" he said.

"Yes, dear?" replied George Foreman's wife.

"Get the George Foreman's Lean Mean Fat-Reducin' Grilling Machine
Salesman Protection Action Squad. It's time for some payback."

To Be Continued in: Draining the Fat: The Revenge of George Foreman

(Btw: there isn't really a sequel or anything)




Willow: "It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in."
Buffy:  "I kinda love you."
                     'Choices'

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