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Fri 31 Oct, 2003 03:38 pm
Rabbit's Dissertation
SCENE: It's a fine sunny day in the forest, and a rabbit is sitting outside her burrow, tippy-tapping on her typewriter. Along comes a fox, out for a walk.
FOX: "What are you working on?"
RABBIT: "My dissertation."
FOX: "Hmm. What's it about?"
RABBIT: "Oh, I'm writing about how rabbits eat foxes."
FOX: (incredulous pause) "That's ridiculous! Any fool knows that rabbits don't eat foxes."
RABBIT: "Sure they do, and I can prove it. Come with me."
They both disappear into the rabbit's burrow. After a few minutes, the rabbit returns, alone, to her typewriter and resumes typing.
Soon, a wolf comes along and stops to watch the hardworking rabbit.
WOLF: "What's that you're writing?"
RABBIT: "I'm doing a dissertation on how rabbits eat wolves."
WOLF: (loud guffaws) "You don't expect to get such rubbish published, do you?"
RABBIT: "No problem. Do you want to see why?"
The rabbit and the wolf go into the burrow, and again the rabbit returns by herself, after a few minutes, and goes back to typing.
SCENE: Inside the rabbit's burrow. In one corner, there is a pile of fox bones. In another corner, a pile of wolf bones. On the other side of the room a huge lion is belching and picking his teeth.
MORAL: It doesn't matter what you choose for a dissertation subject.
It doesn't matter what you use for data.
What does matter is whom you have for a dissertation advisor.
heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee . . .
No self-respecting small dog would fall for such a ploy, of course . . .
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
(I think.....)
Found it on the 'net, just changed the sex of the wabbit in question.
Or, was this the first job
No.
It wasn't.
Pistols? Or epees?
Dawn?
Oh - I name Craven as my second. Yours?
They will need to arrange this.
Care to venture into my den
to discuss arrangements my sweet :razz:
Name your second!
please.....
...damn wolves...no etiquette.....
Seconds are my favorite meal. Or is that thirds?
I am surrounded by canines!!!!!!!
You should see an orthodontist.
Did - I had a plate and rubber bands - no buck teeth for THIS li'l white Bunny!
Don't need no second
firsty is all that is necessary
I'm surrounded by incisors.
Wait. That's not right. I'm surrounded by pumpkin rinds. Where did I get incisors?
Oh, yes. They grew in when I was a child.
YOu need to go out side sir, just a little more <sic>
Edited for a little clarity, well, some opaqueness anyway!!!!