A stranger was seated next to little Tommy on a plane, when the stranger turned to Tommy and said, "Let's talk. I've heard that flights will go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger."
Little Tommy, who had just opened his book, closed it slowly, and said to the stranger, "What would you like to discuss?"
"Oh, I don't know," said the stranger. "How about politics? Should we keep Bush or elect Kerry?"
"Okay," said Little Tommy. "That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow and a deer all eat grass. The same stuff! Yet, a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?"
The high school coaches in Terrebonne Parish, Louisiana went to a coaches' retreat. To save money, they had to room together. No one wanted to room with Coach Boudreaux because he snores so badly. The coaches decided that it wouldn't be fair to make one of them to stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns.
Coach Fontenot slept with him and he came to breakfast the next morning, hair a mess, eyes all bloodshot. The coaches asked, "Man, what happened to you?"
He said, "Man, that Boudreaux snores so loud, I couldn't sleep all night."
The next night, it was coach Guidry's turn. In the morning, the same thing happened -- his hair was all messed up and his eyes were all bloodshot. The other coaches asked, "Man, what happened to you? You look awful!" He said, "Man, no, that Boudreaux shook the roof. I couldn't sleep all night."
The third night, it was coach Breaux's turn. The following morning he came to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "Good morning, y'all!"
They couldn't believe it. They asked him, "Man, what happened?"
He said, "Well, we were getting ready for bed, so I went and tucked Boudreaux into bed and kissed him goodnight. He ended up watching me all night long."
One hand on wheel, one finger out window: New York.
One hand on wheel, one finger and head out window, cursing, cutting across all lanes of traffic: Philly.
One hand on wheel, one hand on newspaper, foot solidly on accelerator: Boston.
One hand on wheel, one hand on non-fat double decaf cappuccino, cradling cell phone, brick on accelerator, with gun in lap: L.A.
Both hands on wheel, eyes shut, and both feet on brake, quivering in terror: Ohio, but driving in California.
Both hands in air, gesturing, both feet on accelerator, head turned to talk to someone in backseat: Italy.
One hand on latte, one knee on wheel, cradling cell phone, foot on brake, mind on game: Seattle.
One hand on wheel, one hand on hunting rifle, alternating between both feet being on accelerator and both feet on brake, throwing a McDonald's bag out the window: Texas.
Four-wheel drive pick-up truck, shotgun mounted in rear window, beer cans on floor, squirrel tails attached to antenna: West Virginia.
Two hands gripping wheel, blue hair barely visible above window level, driving 35 on the Interstate in the left lane with left blinker on: Florida.
One hand on wheel, the other holding a cell phone, driving 130 mph and four feet from your bumper, late for happy hour, while flashing headlights to tell you to get the hell out of the way: Washington, D.C., Beltway.
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