Tach!
Frisch von der Paribas ('ne Französische Bank muss ja wissen wovon sie
redet...):
>
> A city boy, Kenny, moved to the country and bought a donkey from
> an old farmer for $100.00. The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey the
> next day. The next day the farmer drove up and said, "Sorry son,
> but I have some bad news, the donkey died last night."
>
> Kenny replied: "Well then, just give me my money back.
> " The farmer said: "Can't do that. I went and spent it already." Kenny
> said:"OK then, just unload the donkey." The farmer asked: "What ya
> gonna do with him?"
>
> Kenny: "I'm going to raffle him off."
> (Note: To raffle is to sell a thing by lottery - draw lot - to a group
>of
> people each paying
> the same amount for a ticket)
> Farmer: "You can't raffle off a dead donkey!"
>
> Kenny: "Sure I can. Watch me. I just won't tell anybody he's
> dead.
> " A month later the farmer met up with Kenny and asked, "What
> happened with that dead donkey?"
> Kenny : "I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at two dollars
> a piece and made a profit of $898.00."
>
> Farmer: "Didn't anyone complain?"
> Kenny: "Just the guy who won. So I gave him back his two dollars."
>
> Kenny grew up and eventually became the chairman of Enron.
>
Tja, so gehts,
Bernd
