princeofsaiyans
06-27-2003, 03:38 PM
WARNING: All of the Joke must be read, beginning to end (no skipping or skimming) in order to get the full meaning and understand it completely! This joke will make no sense at all if you do not finish it all or in one sitting!
Out in the country, there lives an old lady who is in her mid-eighties. She’s lived in the country all her life and to all her neighbor’s amazement, she hasn’t moved from the house she’s grown up in. This house was built in the late 1800’s and hasn’t been changed one little bit, not even the paint of the house has changed. This may seem unusual, since the house and everything in it is pink, and prove to be an eyesore, but the little old lady just loves the color and wont give it up. And so the story begins. It was the night of April 27, 1984 and it was a terrible night to behold. A storm was washing all over the countryside and even the deepest-rooted tree was being rocked to the trunk. It was 7:00 p.m. and the old lady decided she was up a bit past her bed time and began her nightly ritual of going to bed. She put on her pink slippers, got out of her pink chair, grabbed her pink coffee cup, walked across her pink living room, into her pink kitchen, walked across the pink tile, and placed her pink coffee cup into her pink kitchen sink. She then turned off her pink ceiling light, walked across her pink tile, into her pink living room, turned off her pink living room light, walked across the pink carpet, up her pink stairs, turned on her pink hallway light, walked across her pink hallway, opened her pink bedroom door, turned off the pink hallway light, turned on her pink bedroom light, stepped into her pink bedroom, and closed her pink bedroom door. She then walked across her pink bedroom floor to her pink walk-in closet, opened up the pink closet door, grabbed her pink night gown, took off her pink day clothes, put on her night gown, stepped out of her pink walk-in closet, closed the pink closet door, walked to her pink night table, turned on her pink night light, walked across her pink bedroom floor to turn off her pink bedroom light, walked to her pink queen-sized bed, pushed her pink be covers to the side, slipped off her pink slippers, got into her pink bed, and pulled her pink covers over her and went to sleep. It was 11:37 p.m. and there came a knock on the little old ladies pink mahogany door. Several minutes went by and another knock came to the pink wooden door, but this time, the little old lady woke up to the rapping on her pink front door. She sat up in her pink bed, removed her pink bed covers, slipped her pink slippers back on, got out of her pink bed, walked across her pink bedroom, turned on her pink light, opened her pink door, turned on the pink hallway light, walked across the pink hallway, down the pink stairs, turned on the pink living room light, walked across the pink living room floor to the pink mahogany front door, unlocked the pink locks, and opened the pink front door. A man dressed in Denim jeans, a purple Polo shirt, leather cowboy boots, and a Red Sox baseball cap stood on her pink porch. “Howdy miss,” he says. “My car broke down about a quarter of a mile down the highway there and I say your house and I was wondering if I might be able to stay here until morning so that I may call a tow truck and be on my way?” “Well of course you can,” says the little old woman in pink. “Come on in.” The man walks across the pink threshold and steps into the pink house. The old lady gestures toward her pink hallway and says, “you can sleep in the guestroom tonight.” She closes and locks the pink door, walks across the pink living room floor (with the man in tow), turns off the pink living room light, walks up the pink stairs, across the pink hallway to the pink guestroom, opens the pink guestroom, turns on the pink light, and lets the man into the room. The little old lady tells him he can sleep there tonight and call the towing company in the morning. She then closed the pink door, walked down the pink hallway, opened her pink bedroom door, turned off the pink hallway light, stepped into her pink bedroom, closed her pink door, turned off her pink light, walked across her pink bedroom floor, walked to her pink queen-sized bed, slipped off her pink slippers, got into her pink bed, and pulled her pink covers over her and went to sleep. It was 12:56 a.m. and a familiar rap on a pink mahogany front door sounded throughout the house. This time the little old woman wasn’t as deep into sleep and woke up right away. She quickly sat up in her pink bed, took off her pink bed covers, put her pink slippers back on, jumped out of her pink bed, strolled across her pink bedroom floor, flipped on her pink bedroom light, opened her pink bed room door, turned on the pink hallway light, walked across the pink hallway, down the pink stairs, turned on the pink living room light, walked across the pink living room floor to the pink mahogany front door, unlocked the pink door locks, and opened the pink mahogany front door. Standing on her pink porch was a man in leather race gear and a motorcycle helmet under his right arm. “Hello mam’,” the man says. “My motorbike got a flat a mile and a half back and I noticed your house on the side of the road on my search for a phone. I was wondering if I would be able to trouble you to lend my a place to stay tonight so that I may contact a tow company in the morning and get this taken care of.” “Sure, why not? The only thing is that you’ll have to sleep on the couch because someone is using my guestroom right now, is that all right?” says the old lady. “Anything is all right with me, thank you for your generosity,” says the man. They step into the pink house. The little old lady closes and locks the pink door and walks across the pink living room carpet, steps up the pink hallway stairs, walks across the pink hallway, up to the pink hallway closet, opens the pink closet door, grabs a pink blanket and pillow, closes the pink hallway closet door, walks across the pink hallway floor, down the pink hallway stairs, across the pink living room floor, up to the pink couch in the pink living room and handed the man the pink blankets and pink pillow. The man thanked her and lay down on the pink sofa. The little old woman walked across the pink floor, up the pink stairs, turned off the pink living room ceiling light, and walked across the pink hallway. She then reached her pink bedroom door, opened the pink door, turned off the pink hallway light, stepped into her pink bedroom, closed her pink door, turned off her pink light, walked across her pink bedroom floor, walked to her pink queen-sized bed, slipped off her pink slippers, got into her pink bed, and pulled her pink covers over her and went to sleep. It is now 2:33 a.m. and once again, a rap at the pink door floats up to the little old ladies ears. She sits up in her pink bed, takes off her pink bed covers, puts her pink slippers back on, jumps out of her pink bed, strolls across her pink bedroom floor, flips on her pink bedroom light, opens her pink bed room door, turns on the pink hallway light, walks across the pink hallway, down the pink stairs, turns on the pink living room light, walks across the pink living room floor to the pink mahogany front door, unlocks the pink door locks, and opens the pink mahogany front door. A man wearing a white wife beater, a pair of blue corduroys, a pair of sunglasses and a cowboy hat is standing on her pink porch. “Hello,” the man says. “I am really sorry to wake you this late at night, but I am really in a bind and I was hoping you could help me out? My truck broke down about three miles up that way and I was really hoping I could impose on you to let me stay the night in your fine house here, by the way I love the color, so that I may call some sort of towing service so that I might get a ride into town.” “Well, I can’t really let you sit out here in the cold, no can I?” says the old woman. “You’ll have to sleep on the floor, though, because I already have guests occupying the guestroom and the davenport, is that all right?” “Fine by me, miss, says the man. They step into the pink house. The little old lady closes and locks the pink door and walks across the pink living room carpet, steps up the pink hallway stairs, walks across the pink hallway, up to the pink hallway closet, opens the pink closet door, grabs a pink blanket and pillow, closes the pink hallway closet door, walks across the pink hallway floor, down the pink hallway stairs, across the pink living room floor, and lays the pink bedding onto the pink floor next to the pink foyer for the man. The man thoroughly thanks her and lays down on the pink living room floor and goes to sleep. The little old woman walked across the pink floor, up the pink stairs, turned off the pink living room ceiling light, and walked across the pink hallway. She then reached her pink bedroom door, opened the pink door, turned off the pink hallway light, stepped into her pink bedroom, closed her pink door, turned off her pink light, walked across her pink bedroom floor, walked to her pink queen-sized bed, slipped off her pink slippers, got into her pink bed, and pulled her pink covers over her and went to sleep. The time is now 9:23 a.m. and the little old ladies pink alarm goes off and she wakes up refreshed for the new day. She sits up in her pink bed, moves aside her pink covers, slips on her pink slippers, turns off her pink night light, gets out of her pink bed, walks across her pink bedroom floor up to her pink walk-in closet, opens her pink closet door, gets out her pink day clothes, takes off her pink night gown, puts on her pink day clothes, steps out of her pink closet, closes her pink closet door, walks across her pink bedroom floor, opens up her pink door, walks down the pink hallway, down the pink stairs, and into the pink living room. The three men are sitting together on the couch, just chatting away. The old lady walks up to the pink sofa to address the three men. “Well, it’s morning and before you all get to doing what you need to do, how about some breakfast? Follow me into the kitchen, please.” They all walk across the pink living room floor, into the pink kitchen, across the pink linoleum, and up to the pink dinning table. The table was promptly set with three pink bowls and three pink spoons. The little old lady says to the three men, “I only have two cereals for breakfast. I have Cheerios and Frosted Flakes.” The first guy says, “I think I will have some Cheerios.” The second guy says, “well, I think I am going to have some Frosted Flakes, that sounds good right about now.” The third guy says, “hmm, Cheerios sounds like it will hit the spot for me today. So Cheerios it is.” Well, the moral of this story is, two out of three people prefer Cheerios over Frosted Flakes.
Out in the country, there lives an old lady who is in her mid-eighties. She’s lived in the country all her life and to all her neighbor’s amazement, she hasn’t moved from the house she’s grown up in. This house was built in the late 1800’s and hasn’t been changed one little bit, not even the paint of the house has changed. This may seem unusual, since the house and everything in it is pink, and prove to be an eyesore, but the little old lady just loves the color and wont give it up. And so the story begins. It was the night of April 27, 1984 and it was a terrible night to behold. A storm was washing all over the countryside and even the deepest-rooted tree was being rocked to the trunk. It was 7:00 p.m. and the old lady decided she was up a bit past her bed time and began her nightly ritual of going to bed. She put on her pink slippers, got out of her pink chair, grabbed her pink coffee cup, walked across her pink living room, into her pink kitchen, walked across the pink tile, and placed her pink coffee cup into her pink kitchen sink. She then turned off her pink ceiling light, walked across her pink tile, into her pink living room, turned off her pink living room light, walked across the pink carpet, up her pink stairs, turned on her pink hallway light, walked across her pink hallway, opened her pink bedroom door, turned off the pink hallway light, turned on her pink bedroom light, stepped into her pink bedroom, and closed her pink bedroom door. She then walked across her pink bedroom floor to her pink walk-in closet, opened up the pink closet door, grabbed her pink night gown, took off her pink day clothes, put on her night gown, stepped out of her pink walk-in closet, closed the pink closet door, walked to her pink night table, turned on her pink night light, walked across her pink bedroom floor to turn off her pink bedroom light, walked to her pink queen-sized bed, pushed her pink be covers to the side, slipped off her pink slippers, got into her pink bed, and pulled her pink covers over her and went to sleep. It was 11:37 p.m. and there came a knock on the little old ladies pink mahogany door. Several minutes went by and another knock came to the pink wooden door, but this time, the little old lady woke up to the rapping on her pink front door. She sat up in her pink bed, removed her pink bed covers, slipped her pink slippers back on, got out of her pink bed, walked across her pink bedroom, turned on her pink light, opened her pink door, turned on the pink hallway light, walked across the pink hallway, down the pink stairs, turned on the pink living room light, walked across the pink living room floor to the pink mahogany front door, unlocked the pink locks, and opened the pink front door. A man dressed in Denim jeans, a purple Polo shirt, leather cowboy boots, and a Red Sox baseball cap stood on her pink porch. “Howdy miss,” he says. “My car broke down about a quarter of a mile down the highway there and I say your house and I was wondering if I might be able to stay here until morning so that I may call a tow truck and be on my way?” “Well of course you can,” says the little old woman in pink. “Come on in.” The man walks across the pink threshold and steps into the pink house. The old lady gestures toward her pink hallway and says, “you can sleep in the guestroom tonight.” She closes and locks the pink door, walks across the pink living room floor (with the man in tow), turns off the pink living room light, walks up the pink stairs, across the pink hallway to the pink guestroom, opens the pink guestroom, turns on the pink light, and lets the man into the room. The little old lady tells him he can sleep there tonight and call the towing company in the morning. She then closed the pink door, walked down the pink hallway, opened her pink bedroom door, turned off the pink hallway light, stepped into her pink bedroom, closed her pink door, turned off her pink light, walked across her pink bedroom floor, walked to her pink queen-sized bed, slipped off her pink slippers, got into her pink bed, and pulled her pink covers over her and went to sleep. It was 12:56 a.m. and a familiar rap on a pink mahogany front door sounded throughout the house. This time the little old woman wasn’t as deep into sleep and woke up right away. She quickly sat up in her pink bed, took off her pink bed covers, put her pink slippers back on, jumped out of her pink bed, strolled across her pink bedroom floor, flipped on her pink bedroom light, opened her pink bed room door, turned on the pink hallway light, walked across the pink hallway, down the pink stairs, turned on the pink living room light, walked across the pink living room floor to the pink mahogany front door, unlocked the pink door locks, and opened the pink mahogany front door. Standing on her pink porch was a man in leather race gear and a motorcycle helmet under his right arm. “Hello mam’,” the man says. “My motorbike got a flat a mile and a half back and I noticed your house on the side of the road on my search for a phone. I was wondering if I would be able to trouble you to lend my a place to stay tonight so that I may contact a tow company in the morning and get this taken care of.” “Sure, why not? The only thing is that you’ll have to sleep on the couch because someone is using my guestroom right now, is that all right?” says the old lady. “Anything is all right with me, thank you for your generosity,” says the man. They step into the pink house. The little old lady closes and locks the pink door and walks across the pink living room carpet, steps up the pink hallway stairs, walks across the pink hallway, up to the pink hallway closet, opens the pink closet door, grabs a pink blanket and pillow, closes the pink hallway closet door, walks across the pink hallway floor, down the pink hallway stairs, across the pink living room floor, up to the pink couch in the pink living room and handed the man the pink blankets and pink pillow. The man thanked her and lay down on the pink sofa. The little old woman walked across the pink floor, up the pink stairs, turned off the pink living room ceiling light, and walked across the pink hallway. She then reached her pink bedroom door, opened the pink door, turned off the pink hallway light, stepped into her pink bedroom, closed her pink door, turned off her pink light, walked across her pink bedroom floor, walked to her pink queen-sized bed, slipped off her pink slippers, got into her pink bed, and pulled her pink covers over her and went to sleep. It is now 2:33 a.m. and once again, a rap at the pink door floats up to the little old ladies ears. She sits up in her pink bed, takes off her pink bed covers, puts her pink slippers back on, jumps out of her pink bed, strolls across her pink bedroom floor, flips on her pink bedroom light, opens her pink bed room door, turns on the pink hallway light, walks across the pink hallway, down the pink stairs, turns on the pink living room light, walks across the pink living room floor to the pink mahogany front door, unlocks the pink door locks, and opens the pink mahogany front door. A man wearing a white wife beater, a pair of blue corduroys, a pair of sunglasses and a cowboy hat is standing on her pink porch. “Hello,” the man says. “I am really sorry to wake you this late at night, but I am really in a bind and I was hoping you could help me out? My truck broke down about three miles up that way and I was really hoping I could impose on you to let me stay the night in your fine house here, by the way I love the color, so that I may call some sort of towing service so that I might get a ride into town.” “Well, I can’t really let you sit out here in the cold, no can I?” says the old woman. “You’ll have to sleep on the floor, though, because I already have guests occupying the guestroom and the davenport, is that all right?” “Fine by me, miss, says the man. They step into the pink house. The little old lady closes and locks the pink door and walks across the pink living room carpet, steps up the pink hallway stairs, walks across the pink hallway, up to the pink hallway closet, opens the pink closet door, grabs a pink blanket and pillow, closes the pink hallway closet door, walks across the pink hallway floor, down the pink hallway stairs, across the pink living room floor, and lays the pink bedding onto the pink floor next to the pink foyer for the man. The man thoroughly thanks her and lays down on the pink living room floor and goes to sleep. The little old woman walked across the pink floor, up the pink stairs, turned off the pink living room ceiling light, and walked across the pink hallway. She then reached her pink bedroom door, opened the pink door, turned off the pink hallway light, stepped into her pink bedroom, closed her pink door, turned off her pink light, walked across her pink bedroom floor, walked to her pink queen-sized bed, slipped off her pink slippers, got into her pink bed, and pulled her pink covers over her and went to sleep. The time is now 9:23 a.m. and the little old ladies pink alarm goes off and she wakes up refreshed for the new day. She sits up in her pink bed, moves aside her pink covers, slips on her pink slippers, turns off her pink night light, gets out of her pink bed, walks across her pink bedroom floor up to her pink walk-in closet, opens her pink closet door, gets out her pink day clothes, takes off her pink night gown, puts on her pink day clothes, steps out of her pink closet, closes her pink closet door, walks across her pink bedroom floor, opens up her pink door, walks down the pink hallway, down the pink stairs, and into the pink living room. The three men are sitting together on the couch, just chatting away. The old lady walks up to the pink sofa to address the three men. “Well, it’s morning and before you all get to doing what you need to do, how about some breakfast? Follow me into the kitchen, please.” They all walk across the pink living room floor, into the pink kitchen, across the pink linoleum, and up to the pink dinning table. The table was promptly set with three pink bowls and three pink spoons. The little old lady says to the three men, “I only have two cereals for breakfast. I have Cheerios and Frosted Flakes.” The first guy says, “I think I will have some Cheerios.” The second guy says, “well, I think I am going to have some Frosted Flakes, that sounds good right about now.” The third guy says, “hmm, Cheerios sounds like it will hit the spot for me today. So Cheerios it is.” Well, the moral of this story is, two out of three people prefer Cheerios over Frosted Flakes.