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Double it and Add thirty.

Rusty Smith — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 08:16:51 +0000

Hoo-wee it is cold in Paris!

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Leaving, on a jet plane.

Rusty Smith — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 14:59:28 +0000

But I do know when I will be back again. Returning from San Francisco on a Thursday morning red-eye.

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And so it starts.

Rusty Smith — Wed, 05 Oct 2011 13:51:17 +0000

October is going to be a busy month with lots of work travel. It is all good, but I woke up this morning already looking forward to November.

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Fresh brains.

Rusty Smith — Wed, 31 Mar 2010 02:00:14 +0000

A man goes to the brain clinic to get a fresh set of brains. At the front desk is a sign that says “Doctor Brains: $20 per ounce. Scientist Brains: $30 dollars per ounce. Architect Brains: $1000 per ounce.”
$1000 dollars per ounce!” the man exclaims, “Why are architect brains so expensive!?!”
“Because it takes a loooooot of architects to get an ounce of brains,” replies the receptionist.

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Ten Kinds of people.

Rusty Smith — Sun, 28 Mar 2010 01:59:11 +0000

1) those that understand ternary.
2) those that don’t.
10) those scrambling for an Oxford English Dictionary.

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A: Because they taste funny.

Rusty Smith — Sat, 27 Mar 2010 03:29:10 +0000

Q: Why don’t cannibals eat clowns?

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A: A Stick.

Rusty Smith — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 04:41:27 +0000

Q: What is brown and sticky?

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“Wow, did you see that?”

Rusty Smith — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 03:50:01 +0000

the bartender asks Heisenberg after Descartes disappears.
Heisenberg replies, “Possibly, but really I can’t be sure.”

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A: Was that you coffin?

Rusty Smith — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 01:11:14 +0000

Q: What did one sick casket say to the other?
I can’t believe my cough is back. Tarter sauce.

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Clue #143

Rusty Smith — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 23:52:29 +0000

You can always tell when someone has people to do their laundry for them.
Check their hamper – every article of clothing will be turned inside out.
If they are truly loved, the clothes will be found in the layers in which they were worn,
again, all turned inside out.

by Rusty Smith