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Este es un chiste largo, bobo, en inglisch como dice sureverencia y pa'
kompletar es estrictamente para ingeniebrios electricos. Entonces los
otros ingeniebrios ni ke lo lean (si lo hacen, se arrepienticeran). Otra
vez advierto: Es un chiste largo, bobo, "in inglisch" y pa' ingeniebrios
electricos ;o)=
PANG
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There once was a guy named Joe who worked for the railroad
as a conductor. One day Joe was walking through the train,
collecting tickets from the passengers. He came to a
beautiful woman and asked her for her ticket.
"Oh, I'm sorry; I dropped it out the window by
accident," she replied.
"Sorry, ma'am; can't have any passengers without
tickets." He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and
threw her out of the train. She landed on the tracks and was
run over. Joe was convicted of murder before a jury of his
peers and sentenced to death in the electric chair.
The day of his execution arrived, and he was asked what he
would like for his last meal. He asked for a banana. They
gave it to him, he ate it, received his last rites, and was
escorted to the chair. The executioner strapped him in,
threw the switch and NOTHING HAPPENED. He did it again and
NOTHING HAPPENED. By law, Joe was legally dead, so they had
to release him.
Oddly enough, he got a job on another railroad -- as a
conductor! One day, he was gathering tickets, and came to a
booth with a little boy.
"Young man, do you have your ticket?" Joe asked.
"I'm thorry, I ate it by mithtake," said the
little boy.
So Joe threw him off the train and killed him. Again he was
arrested, again he was sentenced to the electric chair and
again he was asked to order his last meal. He asked for a
banana again.
He was escorted to the death chamber. This time, though,
they were smart. They washed his hands to get rid of any
banana slime; they washed up the chair. They placed him the
chair, hooked him up, pulled the switch and NOTHING
HAPPENED. The executioner pulled the switch twice more, and
NOTHING HAPPENED.
Amazingly, they had to let him go again. Even more
amazingly, he got a job on yet another railroad.
This time it was a rabbi. Same old stuff. Rabbi had no
ticket, Joe threw him off the train, rabbi died, Joe was
arrested, convicted and sentenced to the electric chair.
For his last meal he once again asked for a banana. He ate
it, received last rites, and was escorted to the chamber.
This time they were going to get it right! They scrubbed
Joe's body; they scrubbed the chair with steel wool. They
tested the chair on a few other prisoners. Everything worked
perfectly.
They strapped Joe in, threw the switch and NOTHING HAPPENED.
They threw the switch a second time and NOTHING HAPPENED. To
their consternation they realized they were going to have to
let him go a third time.
But before Joe left, the executioner stomped in, ripped off
his hood and yelled, "What is it with the
banana?!??"
Joe replied, "I just like bananas."
The executioner screamed, "THEN HOW COME YOU WON'T
DIE?!!!!!"
"I dunno," Joe shrugged. "I guess I'm just
not a very good conductor."
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