The reason MySpace gets so much bad press is because it's the only Internet blogging/personal profile service where you put in your real name so that people can search for you. Which is fun because your high school friends can find you, but every time a teenager does something stupid reporters type the name of said teenager into MySpace to see if they can find the kid's profile. Silly.
Here is a joke that λ told me:
A duck walks into a convenience store and says "Got any duck food?" The sales guy says "No, and we don't serve ducks here, you'll have to leave." So the duck leaves, but he shows up the next day and says, again, "Got any duck food?" The sales guy says "NO, and I told you yesterday to get out of here." The duck leaves again, but the next day he's back - "Got any duck food?" The sales guy says "I told you once and I told you twice. The next time you come in here, I'm nailing your feet to the floor." So the duck heads on out. The next day he's back. "Got any nails?" he asks. "No," the startled store owner says. "Oh. Well, got any duck food?"
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ninetydegrees
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on 2006-06-12 09:03 pm (UTC)Here is a joke that λ told me:
A duck walks into a convenience store and says "Got any duck food?" The sales guy says "No, and we don't serve ducks here, you'll have to leave." So the duck leaves, but he shows up the next day and says, again, "Got any duck food?" The sales guy says "NO, and I told you yesterday to get out of here." The duck leaves again, but the next day he's back - "Got any duck food?" The sales guy says "I told you once and I told you twice. The next time you come in here, I'm nailing your feet to the floor." So the duck heads on out. The next day he's back. "Got any nails?" he asks. "No," the startled store owner says. "Oh. Well, got any duck food?"