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    A man is working on the buses in the US collecting tickets.

    He rings the bell for the driver to set off when there's a woman half getting on the bus. The driver sets off, the woman falls from the bus and is killed. At the trial the man is sent down for murder and seeing as it's Texas he's sent to the electric chair. On the day of his execution he's sat in the chair and the executioner grants him a final wish.
    "Well" says the man, "is that your packed lunch over there?" "Yes"
    answers the executioner. "Can I have that green banana?"

    The executioner gives the man his green banana and waits till he's eaten it.
    When the man's finished, the executioner flips the switch sending hundreds of thousands of volts through the man. When the smoke clears the man is still alive. The executioner can't believe it.

    "Can I go?" the man asks. "I suppose so" says the executioner, "that's never happened before."
    The man leaves and eventually gets a job back on the buses selling tickets.
    Again he rings the bell for the driver to go when people are still getting on. A man falls under the wheels and is killed. The bloke is sent down for murder again and sent to the electric chair. The executioner is determined to do it right this time so rigs the chair up to the electric supply for the whole of Texas.

    The bloke is again sat in the chair. "What is your final wish?" asks the executioner. "Can I have that green banana in your packed lunch ?" says the condemned man. The executioner sighs and reluctantly gives up his banana.
    The bloke eats the banana all up and the executioner flips the switch.
    Millions of volts course through the chair blacking out Texas. When the smoke clears the man is still sat there smiling in the chair. The executioner can't believe it and lets the man go.

    Well, would you believe, the bloke gets his job back on the buses. Once again he rings the bell whilst passengers are still getting on, this time killing three of them. He is sent to the electric chair again. The executioner rigs up all United States electricity supply to The chair, determined to get his man this time. The man sits down in the chair smiling.

    "What's your final wish ?" asks the executioner. "Well" says the man, "Can I have that green banana out of your packed lunch.?" The executioner hands over his banana and the man eats it all, skin included. The executioner pulls the handle and a brazillion volts go through the chair. When the smoke rises the man is still sat there alive without even a burn mark.

    "I give up" says the executioner, "I don't understand how you can still be alive after all that?". He stroked his chin. "It's something to do with that green banana isn't it" he asked.

    "Nahh" said the bloke,
































    "I'm just a really bad conductor"
    FT.

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    I LOVE this joke! It's just hard to tell here, unfortunately.
    There's an Opera in my macbook.

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    • #3
      A VERY old one, that! For the francophones, I have a similar shaggy dog for them, if they want it.
      Brian (the devil incarnate)

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      • #4
        Originally posted by Brian Ellis
        A VERY old one, that! For the francophones, I have a similar shaggy dog for them, if they want it.
        it's rude to tease us and not follow through. out with it
        /meow
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        • #5


          It's really funny. This is the first time I heard this one.

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          • #6
            Snot that bad of a joke. Made me laugh.
            Titanium is the new bling!
            (you heard from me first!)

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            • #7
              Diplomacy, it's a way of saying “nice doggie”, until you find a rock!

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              • #8
                Hahahahaha
                Wikipedia and Google.... the needles to my tangent habit.
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                That special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, Or maybe below the cockles, Maybe in the sub-cockle area, Maybe in the liver, Maybe in the kidneys, Maybe even in the colon, We don't know.

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                • #9
                  I don't get it. Explain please?

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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by GuchiGuh
                    I don't get it. Explain please?
                    Maybe this will help

                    con·duc·tor (kən-d�*k'tər) n. One who conducts, especially: One who is in charge of a railroad train, bus, or streetcar.
                    Yeah, well I'm gonna build my own lunar space lander! With blackjack aaaaannd Hookers! Actually, forget the space lander, and the blackjack. Ahhhh forget the whole thing!

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                    • #11
                      Hehehe. Haven't heard that one in awhile.
                      “And, remember: there's no 'I' in 'irony'” ~ Merlin Mann

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                      • #12
                        Originally posted by lowlifecat
                        it's rude to tease us and not follow through. out with it
                        Eh bien! J'espère que mon français soit assez bon !

                        Un monsieur, après huit ans de mariage, trouva que sa femme fut infidèle. Quelques jours plus tard, son corps gisa au bord d'un fleuve. Les gendarmes enquêtaient et le monsieur fut arrêté. Il nia la responsabilité mais l'evidence fut très convaincante contre lui. Enfin, la cour le condamna au chatîment suprême.

                        Le jour de la supplice arrivé, le monsieur fut mené dans la salle d'exécution et en étant bouclé dans la bonne position, il regards le panier, taché de sang. Le bourreau tire la goupille qui retient la lame, qui tomba Ã* mi-hauteur et s'arréta. Consternation! Le mécanicien de service fut appelé, examina la machine, ne trouve rien d'anormale, gicle un peu d'huile sur les guides. La même chose ; la lame n'arriva pas Ã* sa destination. Une troisième fois, la même chose, encore. Selon le code pénal français, si de telles circonstances arrive, il s'agira d'un acte de Dieu et l'homme fut libéré.

                        Quatre ans plus tard, le cadavre d'une femme fut trouvé, déchiqueté, sur une ligne SNCF et il s'agit de la deuxième épouse du même mec. Exactement la même histoire se repeta. Encore, il a échappé la guillotine dans des circonstances identiques.

                        Enfin, il fut arrêté une troisième fois pour l'assassinat de sa troisième femme et condamné Ã* mort. Encore, il a échappé la guillotine dans des circonstances identiques.

                        A la sortie du prison, les journalistes l'attaquaient et le bombardaient de questions. "Dîtes, moi, Monsieur, pourquoi avez-vous échappé de la guillotine neuf fois?"


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                        "Je ne suis pas coupable !"

                        Sorry, anglophones, this is a joke that does not translate into English.
                        Brian (the devil incarnate)

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                        • #13
                          Originally posted by Brian Ellis
                          Je ne suis pas coupable !"

                          Sorry, anglophones, this is a joke that does not translate into English.
                          MOL
                          /meow
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                          • #14
                            Originally posted by Brian Ellis
                            Eh bien! J'espère que mon français soit assez bon !

                            Un monsieur, après huit ans de mariage, trouva que sa femme fut infidèle. Quelques jours plus tard, son corps gisa au bord d'un fleuve. Les gendarmes enquêtaient et le monsieur fut arrêté. Il nia la responsabilité mais l'evidence fut très convaincante contre lui. Enfin, la cour le condamna au chatîment suprême...

                            Sorry, anglophones, this is a joke that does not translate into English.
                            Amusing one, though I imagine it might be a bit more so if I could read all of it

                            It's amazing how four years of Spanish and two years of Latin can increase your ability to read languages you don't exactly know. Of course, Italian is much easier than French on that count (even closer to Spanish and all).
                            “And, remember: there's no 'I' in 'irony'” ~ Merlin Mann

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                            • #15
                              Originally posted by lowlifecat
                              MOL
                              Do you mean Moo out loud, Meow out loud or Masturbate out loud?
                              Brian (the devil incarnate)

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