A minute ago i typed the phrase “google is better than bing” on http://www.bing.com – Microsoft’s answer to Google SE. The results were pretty narcissist as expected. The results advertised Bing to no end. Almost handpicked.
However when I did the same with Google, i mean searched for “Bing is better than Google” the results weren’t that premeditated. So is Google more ethical or honest in their search results?
An infinite number of mathematicians walk into a bar. The first one orders a beer. The second orders half a beer. The third, a quarter of a beer. The bartender says “You’re all idiots”, and pours two beers.
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it
out on someone, don’t take it out on someone you know — take it out on
someone you don’t know.I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I had forgotten to
make. I found the number and dialed it.
A man answered, saying, “Hello.”
I politely said, “Could I please speak with Robin Carter?”
Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn’t believe that anyone
could be so rude. I realized I had called the wrong number. I tracked down
Robin’s correct number and called her. I had accidentally transposed the
last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to
call the ‘wrong’ number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, “You’re an asshole!” and
I wrote his number down with the word ‘asshole’ next to it, and put it in my
Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I’d
call him up and yell, “You’re an asshole!” It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic ‘asshole’ calling
would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, “Hi, this is John
Smith from the Telephone Company. I’m just calling to see if you’re familiar
with the Caller ID program?”
He yelled, “NO!” and slammed the phone down.
I quickly called him back and said, “That’s because you’re an asshole!”
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some
guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently
waited for.. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for that
spot. The idiot ignored me I noticed a “For Sale” sign in his car window . .
so, I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole ( I had his
number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW asshole, too.
I said, “Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Can you tell me where I can see it?”
“Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It’s a yellow house, and the car’s
parked right out in front.”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“My name is Don Hansen,” he said.
“When’s a good time to catch you, Don?”
“I’m home every evening after five.”
“Listen, Don, can I tell you something?”
“Don, you’re an asshole.”
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had
a problem, I had two assholes to call.
But after several months of calling them, it wasn’t as enjoyable as it used
So, I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1.
“You’re an asshole!” (But I didn’t hang up.)
“Are you still there?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Stop calling me,” he screamed.
“Make me,” I said.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“My name is Don Hansen..”
“Yeah? Where do you live?”
“Asshole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my black
Beamer parked in front.”
He said, “I’m coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying
I said, “Yeah, like I’m really scared, asshole.”
Then I called Asshole #2.
“Hello?” he said.
“Hello, asshole,” I said.
He yelled, “If I ever find out who you are…!”
“You’ll what?” I said.
“I’ll kick your ass,” he exclaimed.
I answered, “Well, asshole, here’s your chance. I’m coming over right now.”
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at
1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay
Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West 34th
I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street.
When I got there, I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other in
front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and the channel 13 news crew.
NOW, I feel better – This is “Anger Management” at its very best.