2005.11.04

meskalepeska | 2005-11-04 13:51 | perskaitė: 786
2005.11.04 Hehe: [09:00:56] na ka euras zemyn akcijos aukstyn-planuoju, kad ir siandien omxv bus + [09:01:31] spalis, įsidarbinai astrologu ? :) Pirmyyyyyy





Hehe:



[09:00:56] na ka euras zemyn akcijos aukstyn-planuoju, kad ir siandien omxv bus +

[09:01:31] spalis, įsidarbinai astrologu ?



Pirmyyyyyyyn:



[11:05:55] Flagmas kyla, uzsisegam dirzus! Vaziuojam

[11:06:02] *Flagmanas

[11:06:39] * theH bega i savo vieta ir uzhsisega dirzhus

[11:07:22] * es-ne uzsideda liemene



*****



A minister dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates. Ahead of him is a guy who's dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and jeans.



Saint Peter addresses this guy, "Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you to the Kingdom of Heaven?"



The guy replies, "I'm Joe Cohen, stockbroker, of Noo Yawk City."



Saint Peter consults his list. He smiles and says to the stockbroker, "Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven."



The stockbroker goes into Heaven with his robe and staff, and it's the minister's turn. He stands erect and booms out, "I am Joseph Snow, pastor of Saint Mary's for the last forty-three years."



Saint Peter consults his list. He says to the minister, "Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven."



"Just a minute," says the minister. "That man was a stockbroker-- he gets a silken robe and golden staff but I, a minister, only get a cotton robe and wooden staff? How can this be?"



"Up here, we work by results," says Saint Peter. "While you preached, people slept; his clients, they prayed."



*****



Technical analysis is the art of drawing a crooked line from an unproved assumption to a foregone conclusion.



*****



A very successful stockbroker parked his brand-new Mercedes in front of his office, ready to show it off to his colleagues. As he got out, a truck passed too close and tore off the door on the driver's side. The stockbroker immediately grabbed his cell phone, dialed 911, and within minutes a policeman pulled up. Before the officer had a chance to ask any questions, the stockbroker started screaming hysterically. His Mercedes, which he had just picked up the day before, was now completely ruined. When the stockbroker finally wound down from his ranting and raving, the officer shook his head in disgust and disbelief. "I can not believe how materialistic you stock brokers are," the cop said. "You are so focused on your possessions that you don't notice anything else." "How can you say such a thing?" asked the stockbroker. The cop replied, "Don't you know that your left arm is missing from the elbow down? It must have been torn off when the truck hit you." "My God!" screamed the stockbroker. "My Rolex!"

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2005 11 04 20:53     #5025
geri anekdotai, aciu prailginai gyvenima
2005 11 06 20:58     #5035
meska at its best
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