VERY funny

[danno]

this got sent to me in an email. i thought it was great. :D

At Duke University, there were four sophomores taking Organic Chemistry. They were doing so well on all the quizzes, midterms and labs, etc., that each had an "A" so far for the semester.



These four friends were so confident that the weekend before finals, they decided to go up to the University of Virginia and party with some friends there. They had a great time, but after all the hearty partying, they slept all day Sunday and didn't make it back to Duke until early Monday morning.



Rather than taking the final then, they decided to find their professor after the final and explain to him why they missed it. They explained that they had gone to UVA for the weekend with the plan to come back in time to study, but, unfortunately, they had a flat tire on the way back, didn't have a spare, and couldn't get help for a long time. As a result, they missed the final.



The professor thought it over and then agreed they could make up the final the following day. The guys were elated and relieved. They studied that night and went in the next day at the time the professor had told them. He placed them in separate rooms and handed each of them a test booklet, and told them to begin.



They looked at the first problem, worth five points. It was something simple about free radical formation. "Cool," they thought at the same time, each one in his separate room, "this is going to be easy." Each finished the problem and then turned the page.



On the second page was written: For 95 points: Which tire?

[Blue Supra]

a very very smart man! good find! have some food!

[d-quik]

"chain mail" gets around real slow these days eh?

cuz this joke is at least 3 years old

[danno]

"chain mail" gets around real slow these days eh?

cuz this joke is at least 3 years old

seriously?? i have never heard it, and i thought i got way too much chain mail................

[drakkie]

its still a good laugh....

[Coventrysucks]

Internet timeline:

Nothing to do with me.
I only ever use "dumb" when referring to people who can't speak.

[NoOne]

I'm not sure if I've posted this before, but this has got to be the greatest chain letter ever :D ....

I know you all are very caring people:

I am a very sick little boy. My mother is typing this for me, because I can't.
She is crying. Don't cry, Mommy! Mommy is always sad, but she says it's not my fault.
I asked her if it was God's fault, but she didn't answer, and only started crying harder, so I don't ask her that anymore.

The reason she is so sad is that I'm so sick.
I was born without a body. It doesn't hurt, except when I go to sleep.
The doctors gave me an artificial body.
My body is a burlap bag filled with leaves.
The doctors said that was the best they could do on account of us havin' no money or insurance.
I would like to have a body transplant, but we need more money.
Mommy doesn't work because she said employers don't hire crying people.
I said, "Don't cry, Mommy," and she hugged my burlap body.
Mommy always gives me hugs, even though she's allergic to burlap, and it chafes her real bad.
I hope you will help me.
You can help me if you forward this e-mail.

Dr. Van Nostrem from the clinic said if you forward this e-mail then Bill Gates will team up with AOL and do a survey with NASA.
Then the astronauts will collect prayers from school children all over America and take them up to space, so that the angels can hear them better.
Then they will go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection in church and send the money to the doctors.
The doctors could help me better then.

Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball.
Or maybe just use my lungs and heart ... when the doctors make them.
The doctors said that every time you forward this letter, the astronauts can take another prayer to the angels.
Please help me. Mommy is so sad, and I want a body.
I don't want my leaves to rot before I turn 10.

If you don't forward this e-mail, that's OK.
Mommy says you're a mean, heartless shithead who doesn't care about a poor little boy with only a head.
She says that if you don't stew in the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach, she hopes you die a long slow horrible death so you can burn forever in hell.

What kind of goddamned person are you that you can't take five ****ing minutes to forward this to all your friends, so that they can feel guilt and shame for the rest of their day, and then maybe help a poor, bodyless nine-year-old boy?

Please help me. This really sucks.
I try to be happy but it's hard.
I wish I had a puppy. I wish I could hold a puppy.

Thank You.
Billy 'Smiles' Evans, the boy with just a head. And a burlap sack for a body.