This is from a friend, forwarded with his permission - My mother board, the whore My poor poor mother board, she is a slut. She can not really help being so, but in that matter, I'll give her little choice. Surely she'd say "no," if she had a voice. See, if you will, a penis as a card. To her it I give, then plainly discard, because I have a new penis which will run faster, giving me a greater thrill. Into her PCI or ISA, whichever is the new toy of the day. For care not I which she would not prefer, More important is where it fits in her. Performance, never will I satisfy. Better and better, I will always try. And just when I have a big enough drive, she, an instant to refresh and revive, then back into action my wallet goes and into her a brand new John I throws. For I, to my mother board, but a pimp who, when it comes to more speed, will not skimp. And maybe see herself as little more than a cheap abused technology whore. When she is mad and threatens to leave me, mocking, with knowing sarcasm I plea, "Baby, Baby, where would you ever be if it wasn't for the presents from me? I give you all that you may ever need, And for me to stop caring, you will plead? How many you know with 32meg? All the best for you, have never to beg." With a grin, for I know I have her now, I say, "Tell me, you would get along how?" So, with her eyes surrendered to the floor, I push that button for power once more. Oh, sometimes she finds that strength to refuse the new John which I have for her to use. With disgust, to my whore I turn my back and to myself, "I should have bought a Mac."
(From the "Rest" of RHF)
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