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Aus der Kategorie Lustige Texte und witzige Geschichten

Heute früh auf der Autobahn, am Weg ins Büro, schau ich nach
links, und was seh ich???
Eine Verrückte brettert mit 150 Sachen und gerecktem Hals in ihrem
neuen Mercedes Zweisitzer auf der Überholspur dahin, und klatscht
sich mit Hilfe des Rückspiegels die Wimperntusche drauf.
Ich, fassungslos, schau noch ein paar Sekunden hin, als ich merke,
dass ihr Wagen schon halb auf meine Spur kommt - aber diese Kuh
pinselt mit aller Seelenruhe weiter an ihren Wimpern rum!
Unfassbar!
Da hab ich mich dann aber so erschreckt (bin ja immerhin ein Mann,
net wahr?! - sowas schockiert einen schon!), dass ich den
Rasierapparat hab fallen lassen und mir mein Donut auf die
Fußmatte rollt.
Das wär ja noch nicht soo schlimm... aber beim Versuch, weiterhin
das Lenkrad mit den Knien zu fixieren ohne dabei mein Frühstück zu
zertreten, rutscht mir das Handy vom Ohr und plumpst geradewegs in
den Kaffee, den ich da zwischen meinen Schenkeln eingeklemmt
hatte. *Platsch* geht also alles auf meine helle Hose - und
verbrennt mir auch gleich noch meinen "besten Freund und seine
Freunde".
Naja, das Handy ist jetzt natürlich im A.... - aber viel schlimmer
noch: war da doch ein sehr wichtiger Großkunde dran... der Auftrag
geht jetzt wohl flöten...!!!

AAAAAAAAAH !!!!! ZUM TEUFEL MIT ALL DEN WEIBERN AM STEUER !!!!!

Aus der Kategorie Beamtenwitze

Morgens, 7 Uhr.
Die Frau stellt dem Beamten das Frühstück vor die Nase,
inklusive Zeitung.
Sie frühstücken, er liest die Zeitung, keiner sagt etwas.
Drei Stunden später sitzt er immer noch am Tisch, liest die
Zeitung, nickt ab und zu ein, schaut manchmal aus dem Fenster...
Da sagt die Frau: "Sag mal, Schatz, musst du heute gar
nicht ins Büro. Er springt total erschrocken auf:
"Mist, ich dachte, da wäre ich längst..."

Aus der Kategorie Englische Witze

I'm really excited by George Bush's latest reason for bombing Iraq:
he's running out of patience. And so am I!

For some time now I've been really pissed off with Mr Johnson,
who lives a couple of doors down the street. Well, him and
Mr Patel, who runs the health food shop. They both give me
queer looks, and I'm sure Mr Johnson is planning something
nasty for me, but so far I haven't been able to discover what.
I've been round to his place a few times to see what he's up to,
but he's got everything well hidden. That's how devious he is.
As for Mr Patel, don't ask me how I know, I just know - from very
good sources - that he is, in reality, a Mass Murderer. I have leafleted
the street telling them that if we don't act first, he'll pick us off one by one.

Some of my neighbours say, if I've got proof, why don't I go to the police? 
But that's simply ridiculous. The police will say that they need evidence
of a crime with which to charge my neighbours. They'll come up with endless
red tape and quibbling about the rights and wrongs of a pre-emptive strike and
all the while Mr Johnson will be finalising his plans to do terrible things to me,
while Mr Patel will be secretly murdering people. Since I'm the only one in the
street with a decent range of automatic firearms, I reckon it's up to me to keep
the peace. But until recently that's been a little difficult.

Now, however, George W. Bush has made it clear that all I need to do is run
out of patience, and then I can wade in and do whatever I want! And let's face it,
Mr Bush's carefully thought-out policy towards Iraq is the only 
way to bring about international peace and security. The one certain way to stop
Muslim fundamentalist suicide bombers targeting the US or the UK is to bomb
a few Muslim countries that have never threatened us. That's why I want to blow
up Mr Johnson's garage and kill his wife and children.

Strike first! That'll teach him a lesson. Then he'll leave us in peace and stop
peering at me in that totally unacceptable way.

Mr Bush makes it clear that all he needs to know before bombing Iraq is that
Saddam is a really nasty man and that he has weapons of mass destruction -
even if no one can find them. I'm certain I've just as much justification for killing
Mr Johnson's wife and children as Mr Bush has for bombing Iraq. Mr Bush's long-term
aim is to make the world a safer place by eliminating 'rogue states' and 'terrorism'.
It's such a clever long-term aim because how can you ever know when you've achieved it?
How will Mr Bush know when he's wiped out all terrorists? When every single terrorist is dead?
But then a terrorist is only a terrorist once he's committed an act of terror.

What about would-be terrorists? These are the ones you really want to eliminate, since most
of the known terrorists, being suicide bombers, have already eliminated themselves.
Perhaps Mr Bush needs to wipe out everyone who could possibly be a future terrorist?

Maybe he can't be sure he's achieved his objective until every Muslim fundamentalist is dead?
But then some moderate Muslims might convert to fundamentalism. Maybe the only really safe
thing to do would be for Mr Bush to eliminate all Muslims? It's the same in my street. Mr Johnson
and Mr Patel are just the tip of the iceberg. There are dozens of other people in the street who I
don't like and who - quite frankly - look at me in odd ways. No one will be really safe until I've wiped
them all out. My wife says I might be going too far but I tell her I'm simply using the same logic as the
President of the United States. That shuts her up. Like Mr Bush, I've run out of patience, and if that's a
good enough reason for the 
President, it's good enough for me. I'm going to give the whole street two weeks - no, 10 days -
to come out in the open and hand over all aliens and interplanetary hijackers, galactic outlaws and
interstellar terrorist 
masterminds, and if they don't hand them over nicely and say 'Thank you', I'm going to bomb the
entire street to kingdom come. It's just as sane as what George W. Bush is proposing - and, in
contrast to what he's intending, 
my policy will destroy only one street.