These tech-centric jokes,
song parodies, anecdotes and assorted humor have been collected from friends and
websites across the Internet. This humor is light-hearted and sometimes slightly
offensive to the easily-offended, so you are forewarned. It is all workplace-safe.
Here is a test that will help you decide.
You're walking down a deserted street with your wife and two small children. Suddenly, an Islamic Terrorist with a
huge knife comes around the corner, locks eyes with you, screams obscenities, praises Allah, raises the knife, and
charges at you. You are carrying a Glock cal 40, and you are an expert shot. You have mere seconds before he
reaches you and your family. What do you do?
not enough information to answer the question!
Does the man look poor? Or oppressed?
Have I ever done anything to him that would inspire him to attack?
Could we run away? What does my wife think? What about the kids?
Could I possibly swing the gun like a club
and knock the knife out of his hand?
What does the law say about this situation?
Does the Glock
have appropriate safety built into it?
Why am I carrying a loaded gun anyway, and what kind of message
does this send to society and to my children?
Is it possible he'd be happy with just killing me? Does he definitely want to kill me, or would he be
content just to wound me?
If I were to grab his knees and hold on, could my family get away while he was
stabbing me? Should I call 9-1-1?
Why is this street so deserted?
We need to raise taxes, have
paint and weed day and make this happier, healthier street that would discourage such behavior.
all so confusing! I need to debate this with some friends for few days and try to come to a consensus.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Click..... (Sounds of reloading) BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
BANG! BANG! BANG! Click
Daughter: "Nice grouping, Daddy! Were those the Winchester Silver Tips or Hollow
Son: Can I shoot the next one?
Wife: You ain't taking that dang thang to the Taxidermist!
...compliments of our good Democrat friend, Steve