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An American tourist is visiting Russia, and he's talking with a Russian
about the fact that not many people in Russia own cars.
American: "I can't believe you don't have cars here! How do you
get to work?"
Russian: "We take the bus, or the subway. We have public
transportation everywhere."
A: "Well, how do you go on vacations?"
R: "We take the train."
A: "Well, what if you want to go abroad?"
R: "We don't ever want go abroad."
A: "Well, what if you really HAVE to go abroad?"
R: "We take tanks."
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An American's a person who isn't afraid to criticize
the president but is always polite to traffic cops.
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An anthropologist at Tulane has just come back from a field trip to New
Guinea with reports of a tribe so primitive that they have Tide but not
new Tide with lemon-fresh Borax.
-- David Letterman
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An anthropologist at Tulane has just come back from a field trip to
New Guinea with reports of a tribe so primitive that they have Tide but
not new Tide with lemon-fresh Borax.
-- David Letterman
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An aphorism is never exactly true;
it is either a half-truth or one-and-a-half truths.
-- Karl Kraus
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An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile -- hoping that it will eat
him last.
-- Sir Winston Churchill, 1954
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An apple a day makes 365 apples a year.
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An atheist is a man with no invisible means of support.
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An atom-blaster is a good weapon, but it can point both ways.
-- Isaac Asimov
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An attachment a la Plato
for a bashful young potato
or a, not too French, french bean
must excite your languid spleen.
For, if you walk down Picadilly
with a poppy or lily
in your medieval hand,
every one will say,
as you walk your flowery way;
"If this young man is content,
with a vegetable love
which would certainly not content me.
Why, what a very pure young man
this pure young man must be!"
-- W.S. Gilbert, "Patience"
[The subject of the humour is, of course, Oscar Wilde]
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