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November 18, 2001
(This post is from my old, old, super old site. My views have changed over the years, hopefully my writing has improved, and there is now more than a handful of folks reading my site. Enjoy.)

Dr. Littlefield sent this one to me. It made me chuckle:

Frank was lonely and decided life would be more interesting if he had a pet. Visiting the pet store, he told the owner he wanted something unusual. After some discussion about it, he finally decided on a centipede, and took his new pet home in a little white box shaped like a tiny house. After a day talking to his pet and getting to know him, Frank decided to take him to the bar with him to have a drink. He leaned over the little white house and said, "Hey, would you like to go to the bar with me to have a drink?" But his pet didn't answer. Frank waited a few minutes then leaned over again. "I said, do you want to go the bar for a drink?" Still no answer. Finally Frank figured that maybe his centipede was hard of hearing, so he leaned in real close and shouted, "Hey! You want to go to the bar for a drink or not?"

A little voice came out of the box. "I heard you the first time! I'm still putting on my shoes!"