My brother in Belfast mailed this joke to me. They don't get the net over there (yet), so it falls on me to forward it. ************************************************************************** There's this pheasant standing in a field chatting to a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of yonder tree" sighs our feathered friend, "but I haven't got the energy." (bit of a lazy layabout pheazzy) "Why don't you nibble on some of my droppings" replies the bull sympathetically "they're packed with nutrients". So our hero pecks at a lump of dung and finds he has enough strengh to reach the first branch of the tree. The next day, after some more eating he can reach the second branch, and so it continues. Two weeks later we find our plumed friend perched on the top of the tree proudly surveying the countryside where he is spotted by the local farmer. "What a beautiful creature" says the farmer as he dashes into the farmhouse. It is the work of an instant for him to emerge with a shotgun and blow the f**k out of the pheasant. The moral of this minor tragedy? Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there! -- |Manus Savage |British Telecom Research Laboratories
(From the "Rest" of RHF)