In the mail pouch today, was this little number straight from Sir Catfish. Since Sharon and Melonie are writing a book about marriage and all of the ingredients, I thought they would appreciate this one. Furthermore, my neighbor and counterpart in the on-going series of "Let's be Paranoid Together," Suzanne, who's husband is trying to garner "points", probably will enjoy this as well. After all, she just bought a motorcycle, and is temporarily driving a pickup truck. I'm waiting for the pictures of the gun rack and bumper stickers she's recently acquired. Gotta love a woman with an exploding cat. And of course, we can never forget my younger, though not as intelligent (she got all of the looks, lucky dog), Christina. She puts the Feist, back in Feisty, and her daughters (who excel in the Texas version of Kick the Can) seem to be following in this most talented lady's footsteps.
The FBI Recruitment Process
The FBI had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks, interviews, and testing were done there were 3 finalists. Two men and a woman.
For the final test, the FBI agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the circumstances. Inside the room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Kill Her!
The man said, "You can't be serious, I could never shoot my wife." The agent said, "Then you're not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home."
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes. The man came out with tears in his eyes, "I tried, but I can't kill my wife."
The agent said, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."
Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow. "This gun is loaded with blanks" she said. "I had to beat him to death with the chair."
MORAL of the story: Women mean business. Don't mess with them!!
Comments
Makes me rather glad to have gotten out alive. ;)
-G
Posted by: Garrison Steelle at May 5, 2005 06:27 PM
Dayum Straight!!
; )
Posted by: Christina at May 6, 2005 11:36 AM
tee hee!! :)
Posted by: sharon at May 7, 2005 03:22 PM