+-----------------------------+
| 316 |
| |
| I\'m not the fig plucker, |
| nor the fig pluckers\' son, |
| but I\'ll pluck figs |
| Till the fig plucker comes. |
+--------------------------------------------------------+
| 317 |
| Extinct insects\' instincts, extant insects\' instincts. |
| by Pierre Abbat |
+----------------------------------------+
| 318 |
| The sixth sheik\'s sixth sheep \'s sick. |
+-----------------------------------+
| 319 |
| Sweater weather, leather weather. |
+------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| 320 |
| One black beetle bled only black blood, the other black beetle bled |
| blue. |
+-------------------------------------+
| 321 |
| The big black bug\'s blood ran blue. |
+---------------------------------------------+
| 322 |
| I am not the pheasant plucker, |
| I\'m the pheasant plucker\'s mate. |
| I am only plucking pheasants |
| \'cause the pheasant plucker\'s running late. |
| 323 |
| Ed Nott was shot and Sam Shott was not. So it is better to be Shott |
| than Nott. Some say Nott was not shot. But Shott says he shot Nott. |
| Either the shot Shott shot at Nott was not shot, or Nott was shot. If |
| the shot Shott shot shot Nott, Nott was shot. But if the shot Shott |
| shot shot Shott, the shot was Shott, not Nott. However, the shot Shott |
| shot shot not Shott - but Nott. So, Ed Nott was shot and that\'s hot! |
| Is it not? |
| 324 |
| We will learn why her lowly lone, worn yarn loom will rarely earn |
| immoral money. |
| by Ray Weisling |
| 325 |
| Unique New York, unique New York, unique New York, ... |
| 326 |
| If Dr. Seuss Were a Technical Writer..... |
| Here\'s an easy game to play. |
| Here\'s an easy thing to say: |
| If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port, |
| And the bus is interrupted as a very last resort, |
| And the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort, |
| Then the socket packet pocket has an error to report! |
| If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash, |
| And the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash, |
| And your data is corrupted \'cause the index doesn\'t hash, |
| then your situation\'s hopeless, and your system\'s gonna crash! |
| You can\'t say this? What a shame, sir! |
| We\'ll find you another game, sir. |
| If the label on the cable on the table at your house, |
| Says the network is connected to the button on your mouse, |
| But your packets want to tunnel on another protocol, |
| That\'s repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall, |
| And your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss, |
| So your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse, |
| Then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang, |
| \'Cause as sure as I\'m a poet, the sucker\'s gonna hang! |
| When the copy of your floppy\'s getting sloppy on the disk, |
| And the microcode instructions cause unnecessary risk, |
| Then you have to flash your memory and you\'ll want to ram your rom. |
| Quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your mom! |
| from the Unix fortune database, attributed to |
| DementDJ@ccip.perkin-elmer.com in the rec.humor.funny newsgroup |
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| 327 |
| Picky people pick Peter Pan Peanut Butter. |
| Peter Pan Peanut is the peanut picky people pick. |
| 328 |
| Ray Rag ran across a rough road. |
| Across a rough road Ray Rag ran. |
| Where is the rough road Ray Rag ran across? |
+---------------+
| 329 |
| Elmer Arnold |
| personal name |
| 330 |
| A Tudor who tooted the flute |
| tried to tutor two tooters to toot. |
| Said the two to the tutor, |
| \"\"Is it harder to toot or |
| to tutor two tooters to toot?\"\" |
+-------------------------------------------------+
| 331 |
| Mrs Puggy Wuggy has a square cut punt. |
| Not a punt cut square, |
| Just a square cut punt. |
| It\'s round in the stern and blunt in the front. |
+------------------------------+
| 332 |
| Tim, the thin twin tinsmith. |
+---------------------------+
| 333 |
| Thin sticks, thick bricks |
+--------------------------+
| 334 |
| Red lorry, yellow lorry. |
| 335 |
| A big black bug bit a big black bear and made the big black bear bleed |
| blood. |
+---------------------------------------+
| 336 |
| How much wood would a woodchuck chuck |
| if a wooodchuck could chuck wood? |
| A woodchuck would chuck all the wood |
| a woodchuck could chuck |
| if a woodchuck could chuck wood. |
| 337 |
| Larry Hurley, a burly squirrel hurler, hurled a furry squirrel through |
| a curly grill. |
| 338 |
| Six twin screwed steel steam cruisers. |
| 339 |
| A nurse anesthetist unearthed a nest. |
| 340 |
| How much sh*t can a sh*t slinger sling |
| If a sh*t slinger could sling sh*t? |
| He\'d sling as much sh*t as a sh*t slinger could |
| If a sh*t slinger could sling sh*t! |
+--------------------------------------------------------------------+
| 341 |
| I thought a thought. |
| But the thought I thought wasn\'t the thought I thought I thought. |
| If the thought I thought I thought had been the thought I thought, |
| I wouldn\'t have thought so much. |
+----------------------------------------------------+
| 342 |
| She sells sea shells on the seashore. |
| The seashells she sells are seashells she is sure. |
+--------------------------------+
| 343 |
| From the programmer\'s desk: |
| She sells cshs by the C shore. |
| 344 |
| A noise annoys an oyster, but a noisy noise annoys an oyster more! |
| 345 |
| Plain bun, plum bun, bun without plum. |
+-----------------------------------------------+
| 346 |
| There was a young man called Fisher |
| who was fishing for fish in a fissure. |
| Then a cod with a grin |
| pulled the fisherman in. |
| Now they\'re searching the fissure for Fisher. |
+------------------------------------+
| 347 |
| Slick slim slippers sliding south. |
| 348 |
| The Leith police dismisseth us |
| They thought we sought to stay; |
| They thought we\'d stay all day. |
| The Leith police dismisseth us, |
| We both sighed sighs apiece; |
| And the sighs that we sighed as we said goodbye |
| Were the size of the Leith police. |
+-----------------------------------------+
| 349 |
| Ah shucks, six stick shifts stuck shut! |
| 350 |
| Meter maid Mary married manly Matthew Marcus Mayo, |
| a moody male mailman moving mostly metered mail. |
+-------------------------------------------------------+
| 351 |
| The king would sing, about a ring that would go ding. |
| 352 |
| How much dough would Bob Dole dole |
| if Bob Dole could dole dough? |
| Bob Dole would dole as much dough |
| as Bob Dole could dole, |
| if Bob Dole could dole dough. |
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