Over the weekend, my friend and I hosted our monthly Dessert Club meeting, and I decided to make chocolate-chunk banana bread. While I was making the batter, my husband wandered through the kitchen and said, "GROSS!! It looks like you barfed in a bowl, and now you're gonna bake it!" A little later on when my friend arrived with her sinfully rich chocolate cherry cake with fudge icing, she giggled as she removed the foil cover. When I asked why she was laughing, she said that her husband wandered through the kitchen while she was icing the cake and said, "Ew. That looks like turd casserole!" Then I told her what my husband said, and we had a good laugh....we're married to a couple of morons!
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from "Inside Relational Databases" by Mark Whitehorn and Bill Marklyn
"So far I have skated delicately around the definition of a relational database. It is really tempting to believe that the use of multiple tables marks the transition to a relational database. Indeed, I have read several times that a 'relational' database is so called because it allows you to 'relate' information held in different tables. How can I put this politely? This information is not correct. It is wrong. It is horribly wrong. Anyone who tells you this is incorrect. Regard anything that they tell you in the future with the deepest suspicion. If they try to sell you anything, say nothing, smile sweetly and walk carefully away."
eta: Reminds me of John Cleese in the "dead parrot" sketch... :D |
That's cute. All databases have multiple tables. Such silliness.
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Thanks Smarty. That was fun !
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^^ From that same Web site:
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yeah so don't anyone EVER accuse smarts of posting really short messages OK??? Or else .
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I got to quit my job today. That made me laugh. One of those maniacal laughs.
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Joe's Headache
Joe had suffered from an extreme headache for many years. He had seen many doctors, but none had helped. Finally, he decided to try one more, a specialist who had a great reputation for curing headaches. The doctor said, "Joe, the good news is I can cure your headaches. The bad news is that it will require castration. You have a very rare condition, which causes your testicles to press on your spine, and the pressure creates one hell of a headache. The only way to relieve the pressure is to remove the testicles." Joe was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he had anything to live for, but he had no choice but to go under the knife. When he left the hospital he was without a headache for the first time in 20 years, but he felt like he was missing an important part of himself. As he walked down the street, he realized that he felt like a different person. He could make a new beginning and live a new life. He saw a men's clothing store and thought, "That's what I need - a new suit." He entered the shop and told the salesman, "I'd like a new suit." The elderly tailor eyed him briefly and said, "Let's see...size 44 long." Joe laughed, "That's right, how did you know?" "Been in the business 60 years!" the tailor said. Joe tried on the suit. It fit perfectly. As Joe admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about a new shirt?" Joe thought for a moment and then said, "Sure." The salesman eyed Joe and said, "Let's see, 34 sleeve and 16-1/2 neck." Joe was surprised, "That's right, how did you know?" "Been in the business 60 years!" the tailor said. Joe tried on the shirt, and it fit perfectly. He walked comfortably around the shop and the salesman asked, "How about some new underwear?" Joe thought for a second and said, "Sure." The salesman stepped back, eyed Joe's waist and said, "Let's see...size 36." Joe laughed "Ah ha! I got you! I've worn size 32 since I was 18 years old" The salesman shook his head, "You can't wear a size 32. A 32 underwear would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one hell of a headache!" New suit = $600 New shirt = $36 New underwear = $6 Second opinion PRICELESS. |
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