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The excruciating process during which personnel officers
separate the wheat from the chaff -- then hire the chaff.
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job Placement, n:
Telling your boss what he can do with your job.
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Joe Cool always spends the first two weeks at college sailing his frisbee.
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Joe sat as his dying wife's bedside.
Her voice was little more than a whisper.
"Joe, darling," she breathed, "I've got a confession to make
before I go. I ... I'm the one who took the $10,000 from your safe...
I spent it on a fling with your best friend, Charles. And it was I who
forced your mistress to leave the city. And I am the one who reported
your income-tax evasion to the I.R.S..."
"That's all right, dearest, don't give it a second thought,"
whispered Joe. "I'm the one who poisoned you."
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Joe's sister puts spaghetti in her shoes!
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An odd sort of person with a thing for pain.
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John Dame May Oscar
Was Gay Was Whitty Was Wilde
But Gerard Hopkins But John Greenleaf But Thornton
Was Manley Was Whittier Was Wilder
-- Willard Espy
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John Birch Society:
That pathetic manifestation of organized apoplexy.
-- Edward P. Morgan
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JOHN PAUL ELECTED POPE!!
(George and Ringo miffed.)
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John the Baptist after poisoning a thief,
Looks up at his hero, the Commander-in-Chief,
Saying tell me great leader, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly,
Saying death to all those who would whimper and cry.
And dropping a barbell he points to the sky,
Saying the sun is not yellow, it's chicken.
-- Bob Dylan, "Tombstone Blues"