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Best of Usenet Oracularities #601-625    (3.9 mean)
Compiled-By: Steve Kinzler <kinzler@cs.indiana.edu>
Date: Wed, 23 Feb 1994 10:10:24 -0500

Oracularities are the distilled wisdom and sagacity of the Usenet
Oracle, as incarnated in its many anonymous e-mail participants.  This
collection has been compiled from the regular Oracularities postings #601
through #625 and contains the Oracularities rated by its readers as
among the funniest.

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602-08    (129dw dist, 4.3 mean)
Selected-By: asbestos@nwu.edu (Michael A. Atkinson)

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> Oh Oracle. I do not feel lke myself today. What on earth should I do?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Buy a piece of fossilized Pleistocene mammoth dung, then take it
} to to your local veterinarian's and tell the vet in a high state
} of agitation that you're worried about the stools your German
} shepherd is passing.  Unscrew the mirror from your bathroom medicine
} cabinet and take it with you to the downtown public library; go up
} to the help desk and ask whether they have any reverse-print books.
} Throw a major hissing fit when you are told they don't.  Go to the
} art museum, set up your easel in front of a Rembrandt, and begin
} painting a copy of Picasso's "Guernica."  If anyone points out the
} discrepancy, hit yourself on the forehead and say "Geez, you're
} right! GEEZ!!" Find someone with a "Will work for food" sign, then
} drive past him at 12 mph as you hold a Big Mac out the window and
} shout, "It's yours if you can catch it!"  Find a meter-maid and
} then jog down the street just in front of her van, putting nickels
} in every expired parking meter you see; do this for several hours.
} Rent a doorman's costume and stand out in front of the fanciest
} doorman-less hotel you can find.  When anyone passes, tip your cap
} and say, "Tickle your ass with a feather!"; when they gasp "WHAT
} did you say?!" sweetly reply, "Particularly nice weather!"  Go down
} to the airport, find a spot beneath outgoing planes, and watch
} every takeoff with a rapturous gaze; if anyone is standing next to
} you as a plane passes overhead, turn to them and say, as you point
} to the plane, "I can see its wee-wee!"
}
} I guarantee you'll feel MUCH better.


624-10    (437iD dist, 4.2 mean)
Selected-By: Carole Susan Fungaroli <csf7m@faraday.clas.virginia.edu>

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> Are there any good card games one can play with business cards?  Or,
> more specifically, are there any solitaire games one can play with
> business cards?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} My forthcoming THE USENET ORACLE'S BIG BOOK OF BUSINESS CARD GAMES
} contains many more multiplayer than solitaire games.  Of course
} you'll want to buy the book, but in the meantime here's a sampler
} of three games, including the most popular solitaire variant.
}
} Game 1: Business Card Post Office
} ---------------------------------
} Party game, most fun with a large mixed-sex group.
}
} Everyone puts their own business card face down into a pile.  The cards
} are shuffled and each player draws a card at random.  One at a time,
} each player reads the name and job title on the card he has drawn and
} then says, "I have to put a stamp on <NAME>!"  If NAME's job title is
} more prestigious than Player's, Player must kiss NAME on the butt or
} drop out of the game; otherwise Player can either pass or kiss NAME
} on the mouth.  If Player chooses to kisses NAME, NAME can either accept
} the kiss, or call out "Harrassment!" while throwing his or her own
} business card in the air.  If the card comes down heads, Player is
} "guilty" and must sit out a turn; if it comes down tails, NAME is
} "fired" and is out of the game.
}
} If a Player has drawn his or her own card, everyone calls out "Pee-Wee
} Herman!" and Player is out of the game.
}
} The game ends either when only one player is left or when the remaining
} players are too busy kissing to choose cards; this is called
} "Corporation" and counts as a draw.
}
} Game 2: Business Card "War"
} ---------------------------
} 2 players
}
} Each player plays with his own personal business card collection.  Both
} players put their cards in a pile, face down.  On each turn, both
} players turn over a single card from their pile.  The player with the
} higheranking card shouts "I beat!" and adds both cards to his winnings.
} Play ends when one player has turned over all of his cards; the winner
} is the one with the most cards.
}
} In a friendly game, players may agree in advance to limit themselves to
} the same initial number of cards.  In tournament play, however, each
} player always begins with as many cards as he has.
}
} Ranking: Companies and job titles are ignored except when two cards
} rank the same, in which case the usual rules of corporate precedence
} apply. Otherwise, cards are compared by going through the following
} series of test:
}
}     Custom-printed       BEATS      $2 Do-It-Yourself Mall Machine
}     Color                  "        black-and-white
}     Embossed letters       "        flat letters
}     Times Roman            "        artsy-fartsy fonts
}     Hand-set type          "        machine printed
}     Halftone engraved
}       portrait of owner    "        photograph of owner
}     Hologram company logo  "        embossed logo
}     Internet address       "        Bitnet, MCI mail, or Fidonet
}                                       address
}
} Cards with any of the following are "wild" and automatically win:
}
}     UUCP bang-path addresses; workplace address with no numbers
}     (e.g., "Manor House, Sutton-Under-Barrow, Hampstead, England");
}     typesetting by Kibo
}
} Cards with any of the following are "jokers" and automatically lose:
}
}     handwritten corrections; company "Slogan in Quotes Like This";
}     dried boogers; Internet address @aol.com
}
} Game 3: Business Card Hangman
} -----------------------------
} a solitaire game
}
} Shuffle all the business cards in your collection and draw 13 at
} random. Place twelve of the cards face up in two rows to form the "jury
} box." Then place the thirteenth card face up below the others, saying
} as you put it down, "Behold the Hanged Man!"
}
} Write down the fax numbers from the 12 cards of the "jury."  Send each
} of the jury members a fax with the following text, signed by the
} "Hanged Man" with his fax number as the return address, after having
} scanned in his corporate logo to make a convincing fax cover sheet:
}
}         TO:  <Jury Member>
}
}         Since you didn't respond to my last fax I can only assume that
}         you are a miserable, cowardly excuse for a professional who
}         doesn't give a damn if his company goes down the tubes.  Well,
}         I wouldn't do business with you if you were giving away ice
}         cubes in Hell.  And don't even bother replying to this fax, now
}         that it's too late, because *our* janitor keeps enough paper
}         in the john for people to wipe their asses with.
}
}         <Hanged Man>
}
} Scoring: Consider yourself a winner if Hanged Man loses a job, files
} for bankruptcy, or commits suicide.  Consider yourself a big loser if
} you're not smart enough to hack the fax so your own return number
} doesn't show up on the messages you send.


612-04    (34atm dist, 3.9 mean)
Selected-By: Mark McCafferty <markm@gslmail.mincom.oz.au>

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> Dear Oracle who cares when no one else does:
>
> Why do birds sing?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Hi.  Lisa here.  Orrie doesn't care, but I do.
}
} Well, as you know, God made all the creatures on earth.  To some, God
} gave the ability to eat a cow in four minutes flat.  Others can invent
} computers. And some just look cool.  (The lemur, for example.)
}
} One day, the animals were sitting around bragging about the gifts God
} had given them.
}
} "I've got a really long neck," said the giraffe.  "Longer than any of
} you. I can reach the top of a tree."
}
} All of the animals grumbled jealously.  Then the bird piped up and
} said: "Aw, no, that's no big deal.  I can fly to the top of a tree and
} even higher. You're gonna have to do better than that."
}
} The cheetah spoke up.  "Well, I bet you can't outrun me, on land or
} air. I'm the fastest runner God made, and I dare you to prove
} otherwise."
}
} Said the bird, "Okay.  I'll race you to the bottom of the cliff."
}
} Now, the cheetah was a proud cat, and not the brightest creature made,
} so he agreed to the race.  They started at the top of a cliff, one
} kilometre from the edge, and the cheetah called out, "On your mark, get
} set, go!". Now, the cheetah was in the lead, and jumped off the edge of
} the cliff when he got there.  Broke his neck, too.  The bird came by
} later, huffing and puffing, and admitted defeat.
}
} "You sure were the fastest, friend cheetah, but I can pull up at the
} end of a nose-dive, and you can't."
}
} So the bird had proven his superiority again.
}
} Now man, the smartest creature, praised the bird, saying, "You really
} are a smart one, friend bird.  But I'll bet that I can fit into a
} smaller bag than you can.
}
} "You're a fool, man.  You're much bigger than I am," protested the
} bird.
}
} "Are you going to talk all day, or will you prove you can fit into a
} smaller bag than I can?" said man.
}
} "Okay, okay," said the bird.  "Go right ahead and get into a bag."  And
} man squeezed into a potato sack.  It wasn't confortable, but it was
} about as small a bag as he'd ever fit in.
}
} "You're kidding me," said the bird.  And the bird flew into a sack no
} bigger than a man's head.
}
} No sooner was he in than Man grabbed the sack, tied it in a knot, and
} bashed the bird against a tree.  All the other animals took turns
} jumping on the bag, and the bird cried out, "Lord, save me from these
} evil animals!  They're beating the heck out of me!"
}
} God said, "I heard you bragging as loud as anyone else, and I'm not too
} happy about your trick on the cheetah.  I made that Myself, you know.
} But I won't see you die in that bag."  And God released the bird.
}
} "Thanks, God," it said.
}
} "Don't thank me, loudmouth.  You're not going to brag anymore."  And
} with that, God ZOTted the bird's voice to smithereens.
}
} In a fury, the bird began to curse God, but to no avail.  Only a sweet-
} sounding melody came out.  This made the bird even angrier, but his
} next curse turned into the most heavenly song ever heard.  Such
} goings-on continue to this day, and although birds sound very happy,
} they're trying with all their might to say something evil about your
} mother.
}
} You owe the Oracle a book of animal folklore.


612-07    (35arn dist, 3.9 mean)
Selected-By: David Sewell <dsew@lion.ccit.arizona.edu>

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> Where can I get a introduction in fuzzy and/or classic logic in
> English or German for free ?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Try this, humble servant. Post the following message to USENET
} comp.theory:
}
} "Hello everyone. Please excuse me my English is developing
} extraordinarily. My name is Katrinka and I'm a 19 year old Swedish
} female student here at State University of Stockholm. I am so happy to
} discover this USENET, it is an answer to my most constipated dreams!
} You see here in the tundra, we are very lonely, sometimes I am
} spending many nights alone without comforting from other men, how
} debilitating! To allow be to describe myself, I am 5'9", 105 lbs. I am
} measuring 36C-24-35. I have decided to relax my modelling career, too
} much stresses you know, and to study computer science. I am hoping to
} speak to so many of you on a constant theme, perhaps one day we can
} meet and share experiences when I am travelling the world looking for
} new adventures! I am a little bit of a wild virgin you know. It is my
} dream to talk to many men about my studies and someday have chances to
} meet them all.
} Well it is getting colder here tonight, and I am only in my thong
} panties, no top in this cold weather typing at the keyboard is causing
} me goosebumps, my long straight blonde hair only keeps by back warm.
} Your answer to my question will make me so happy and fill me with
} passions, I sometimes loose control."
}
} <Insert your question here>
}
} Love and longing,
} Katrinka DeLoon
}
} I think you get the point. You've got to use this pretty much without
} modification, it's good for anywhere from 12-300 responses within a 48
} hour period. It has been know to lead to the completion of 9 masters
} degree and 4 doctoral theses via email, and at least 23 embarrassing
} flights to Stockholm for some horny American grad students.
}
} You owe the oracle one of those goofy Viking helmets, or was that
} Norway?


614-07    (14bhi dist, 3.9 mean)
Selected-By: jgm@cs.brown.edu

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

>     Oh Great Oracle,
>       Seer of the Internet,
>       deeper thinker than the Shodan,
>       the world Grandmaster,
>       and the Princeton Mathematics department combined,
>       Knower of more Secrets than even the new Secretary of Defense,
>       able to access more data faster than any mere database,
>     I beg you to tell me:
>
>     Does the new year have something special in store for me ?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

}               A Month-by-Month Look at The New Year
}
} JANUARY   A famous and beautiful starlet (whose identity will
}           remain secret in order not to ruin the surprise) will land in
}           your backyard after a publicity stunt involving a
}           parachute goes awry.  You will have to cut her out of her
}           skin-tight jumpsuit to save her life.  She will be very
}           thankful-- VERY.
}
} FEBRUARY  In a bizarre political accident, you will be elected
}           President of the Commonwealth of Independent States.  You
}           will, of course, apologetically turn down the post.  The
}           ex-Soviets, undaunted, will move their capitol to Topeka,
}           Kansas, despite protests by the US Government.
}
} MARCH     You win $50 bucks in Lotto.
}
} APRIL     A coup d'etet in the CIS will be successful, eliminating
}           your unwanted post.  Unfortunately, the people, now
}           completely confused by so much political upheaval, will
}           mistake you for a Hero of the Revolution, and place the
}           revolutionary capitol in Topeka, Kansas.
}
} MAY       You find your old copy of "The Phantom Tollbooth" in the
}           back of a closet and rediscover a classic.
}
} JUNE      The starlet you rescued in January returns and tells you
}           that she circled the globe, looking for a lover who was as
}           honest and caring as you were, but to no avail.  She moves
}           in with you.
}
} JULY      A stray bottle rocket you fire flies out of control and
}           hits an actor playing Barney the Dinosaur on live
}           television.  45 million children watch as the Purple
}           Menace bursts into flames.
}
} AUGUST    In a landmark election, completely free of violence
}           or corruption, UN-supervised balloting declares you Premier
}           of the VBNA (Very Big Nation in Asia).  Beating everyone to
}           the punch, you declare that you're moving the capitol to
}           Topeka, Kansas.
}
} SEPTEMBER Bill Gates, driving his unregistered Porsche, slams into
}           your '88 Chrysler Cordoba.  He pays you one billion
}           dollars to keep you quiet.
}
} OCTOBER   The Mayor of Topeka, Kansas announces that tax
}           revenues are up 4,432,752% from the previous year.
}
} NOVEMBER  When you learn how much the Premier of the VBNA is
}           expected to earn, you quit your lousy job and move to
}           Topeka, Kansas with your new wife, the Oscar-winning
}           super-actress.
}
} DECEMBER  The Barney the Dinosaur show on PBS is canceled.


625-02    (769oB dist, 3.9 mean)
Selected-By: Carole Susan Fungaroli <csf7m@faraday.clas.virginia.edu>

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

>

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} The outlook wasn't brilliant for r.h.o that week;
} For all the priest's submissions had been uniformly weak;
} And so, when Dr. Noe struck out and Otis Viles fell flat,
} A cry of "Not again!" escaped from supplicant Goldblatt.
}
} A straggling few logged off in deep despair.  But all the rest
} Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
} They thought, if only Oracle could answer one or two,
} They'd probably laugh so loud and long their faces would turn blue!
}
} But all this hopeful thinking was going to be quite moot
} For the Mage was in the dark, and Harold was a Foot;
} So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
} For there seemed but little chance of Oracle's getting past all that.
}
} But Darkmage hit a funny-bone and expectations grew,
} And Harold found a short exchange that bust a gut or two;
} And when the dust had lifted, and they saw what all they had,
} There were nine oracularities, and not one of them was bad.
}
} Then from the gladdened multitude went up a joyous yell,
} It bounded from the mountain-top, and rattled in the dell;
} It struck upon the hillside, and shook the very sky;
} For Oracle, mighty Oracle, was advancing for his try.
}
} There was ease in Oracle's manner as he stepped up to the screen,
} His teeth had a bright sparkle, his hair had a nice sheen;
} And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
} No stranger on the net could doubt 'twas Oracle at the bat.
}
} Ten thousand eyes were on him as he cracked his mighty knuckles,
} Five thousand bellies knotted tight in half-expectant chuckles;
} Then while the mailer-daemon started with a little blip,
} Defiance gleamed in Oracle's eye, a sneer curled Oracle's lip.
}
} And now the supplicant's question came speeding down the coax,
} The Oracle read, and frowned, and thought "This must be a hoax!"
} For there upon the screen the supplicant's lame question stood:
} "How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck
}   wood?"
}
} From across the net, across the world, there came a muffled roar,
} Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
} "Flame him! Flame the supplicant!" a disgruntled reader said.
} And they likely would have flamed him had Oracle not zotted him dead.
}
} With a smile of supreme wisdom great Oracle scanned the crowd;
} He looked upon the ash-charred corpse, and then he laughed aloud.
} He commanded Kinzler's mailer to give him another try;
} The question came back quickly, and it was but one word: "Why?"
}
} "Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and the echo answered, "Fraud!"
} But a scornful look from Oracle, and the audience was awed;
} They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
} And they knew that Oracle didn't want a lame question again.
}
} The sneer is gone from Oracle's lips, his teeth they gnash like mad,
} He pounds with cruel violence his mouse upon its pad;
} He sends his subject "tellme", it goes speeding like a bull.
} A question comes right speeding back--the question, it is null!
}
} Oh! somewhere on this Internet the sun is shining bright,
} The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;
} And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout,
} But there is no joy in r.h.o--mighty Oracle has freaked out.
}
} You owe the Oracle a more creative question and Kirby Puckett's rookie
} year baseball card.


601-06    (268jg dist, 3.8 mean)
Selected-By: Ian Davis

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> I would normally grovel, but since I am rather pressed for time, I hope
> you will be understanding and overlook the absence of a grovel this
> once.
>
> Okay, here's my situation.  It would appear that the End of the World
> is only a few minutes away.  I'm afraid this caught me by surprise and
> I didn't have time to prepare.  So, as quickly as you can, could you
> please tell me what I should do in my final moments of existence?
>
> Sincerely,

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} The Usenet Oracle is pondering your question.
}
} Expect an answer in a day or two.


603-07    (12fic dist, 3.8 mean)
Selected-By: Christophe Pettus <cep@taligent.com>

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> Suddenly, my shirt was full and my pants empty!
>
> There I was, peacefully getting ready to go out on a Friday night,
> and just like that! I'm a female.
>
> Well, I can tell you, I was pretty surprised,  but I'm a quick
> thinker, and I realized, first of all, I might not be the only one,
> and even if I was, maybe that petite blonde down the hall liked
> girls (she sure as heck didn't like the *guy* I had been up until a
> few minutes ago).
>
> So, I went and knocked on her door.
>
> She was a six-foot tall stud!
>
> Boy did he look funny! Her clothes were too small for him, and they
> had kind of exploded and ripped all over!
>
> Well, I'm as straight as they come, so I had a moment of revulsion,
> but I figured, hey, look at the body I've got now, this is what I'm
> *supposed* to do, so I said,
> "Here, let me help you with that,"
>
> And what a time we had! Let me tell you, when both partners know
> what it's like to be on the other side of the fence, you can really
> have yourselves some fun!
>
> Sunday evening, we changed back -- right in the middle of it,
> without missing a beat -- that was wild!
>
> We've been dating ever since, and that's going just fine, thank you,
> but there's one little problem, and I think it's getting bigger.
>
> I'm pregnant.
>
> What shall I do?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Office of Eddie Clontz, Editor
} Weekly World News
} 600S East Coast Ave
} Lantana, FL 33462
}
}               *******  SEX SWAP SHOCKER!  *******
}    College students chromosome mixup leaves young man pregnant!
}
}   For  one mind-boggling  weekend,  college  students  at   a large
} Midwestern  university swapped  sexes in a genetic experiment whose
} source is thought to have been a cosmic disturbance centered at the
} computer center of Indiana University.
}   Experts postulate that  The Usenet +-----------------------------
} Oracle, electronic  diety  and sage, |   Surprisingly  enough, just
} was responsible for the sex-reversal | one student  was impregnated
} of several  hundred  students.  "You | during  the experiment.  But
} have to  understand  that the job of | now,  experts  claim,   this
} the Usenet Oracle is pretty hideous" | student was turned back into
} Oracle  expert  Dr. I. D.  Mistertim | a  male  at  the end  of the
} told  reporters.  "Every  day, some- | bizarre  weekend!   When re-
} thing like  500 requests  for advice | porters spoke  with him,  he
} on how to get  laid  come from  male | replied  that he had been in
} Computer Science students.  It seems | touch with the Usenet Oracle
} that  The Oracle  has taken business | who  advised him to  write a
} into His own Hands."                 | book,   hit  the  talk  show
}   Some  700 students' sexes were re- | circuit, and  set up a trust
} versed during  the  shocking experi- | fund  for  the kid's college
} ment,  and  everyone   involved  was | education.
} eager to get a taste  of what it was |   The  Usenet  Oracle  could
} like on "the other side."            | not be reached for comment.
} -------------------------------------------------------------------
}
} ...you owe the Oracle a swatch of fat from Oprah's thighs.


606-08    (12cnb dist, 3.8 mean)
Selected-By: forbes@ihlpf.att.com

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> Oh most Majestic Oracle, how can I make more Money?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Well, I *am* pleased to get a tiny little grovel in today's batch
} of supplications. I'll tell you an old Hungarian folktale that my
} grandmother told me.
}
} Once upon a time there was a farmer, by the name of Matyas, who
} kept an orchard. Matyas grew pears, the most delicious golden
} pears, of which Hugarians make Csaszarkorte liquor ... but I
} digress. One day a beggar came to Matyas' door, and although he
} had nothing else to give, Matyas gave him pears. The beggar
} looked at him strangely, then looked at the pears, and finally
} bit into one. Delight! "What are these fruits called? They are
} delicious!" The beggar explained that he came from a land far
} away where pears had never been heard of. He ate his fill and
} wandered on.
}
} Matyas was not a greedy man, but was very poor, so he thought to
} himself: they've never tasted pears. I'll bet I can take these to
} the kingdom where the beggar came from and sell them at a really
} good profit!
}
} So he took his cart and harnessed up his donkey, and travelled
} for many days, over the plains and up to the mountains, to the
} beggar's homeland. When he arrived there he realised why they'd
} never tasted pears - it was a barren and stony place. Pear trees
} would never grow here.
}
} The king was not hard to find, as he lived in a huge stone castle
} atop a mountain. Matyas was well received, and when he brought
} the pears to the king, he presented them as golden treasures fit
} only for the palate of the noblest and best people in the land.
} The king and his wife tried them, and were amazed and delighted.
} They bought up the entire wagon-load, paying Matyas a handsome
} weight of gold. Nothing but gold in exchange for these golden
} wonders!
}
} Matyas returned safely home with his gold. At the least
} prompting, he would launch into the story of the king of the
} mountains, and the land where fruit trees could not grow.
}
} Matyas' neighbor Gyula was not a jealous man, but he was poor. He
} listened to Matyas tell his story over and over. Gyula had a
} cherry orchard, and grew the kind of sweet cherries that
} Hungarians use to make Cseresznepalinka liquor... but I digress.
} So one day it occurred to Gyula, to take cherries up into the
} mountains and sell them to the king there. He thought to himself,
} "Pears are sweet and smell good, that's true, but cherries are
} even sweeter, and have a better taste too. Surely if the king
} paid Matyas in gold, he'll pay me with the most precious things
} in his kingdom! I shall come home with a sack full of diamonds."
}
} And so he loaded up his cart and set off towards the mountains.
} He reminded himself of Matyas' story, and easily found the king's
} castle.
}
} Once there, he was cordially received by the king and queen. The
} entire court shared the cartload of cherries, and they were
} declared to be the veritable food of the gods. Gyula was feasted
} and feted for nearly a week. The king declared that he would pay
} Gyula with the most valuable thing in his kingdom. Gyula said, "I
} am deeply honoured your majesty. Will it be diamonds? Emeralds?"
} "Feh," said the king (Hungarians say "Feh" a *lot*), "Feh.
} Diamonds. No, I want to pay you with something truly rare and
} exceptionally valuable. Do not try to talk me out of it - you must
} have the most valuable thing in my kingdom."
}
} And so Gyula left for home the next day, with his donkey, and his
} cart, and a load of yellow pears.
}
} You owe the oracle a glass of milk and some cookies. Csokolate Csip.


609-06    (26eli dist, 3.8 mean)
Selected-By: David Sewell <dsew@lion.ccit.arizona.edu>

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> Oh Great Oracle, the epitome of omniscience,
>
> What would make a greater mess --  A bottle of beer or a can of pop if
> both are shaken hard for a minute each and then dropped from the roof
> of a 25-storey building?
>
> Just wondering.

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Interesting problem. Let's find out.
}
} [The Oracle steps away from his terminal and out onto the roof of the
} University's Computer Science (and top secret Oracle Labs) Building.]
}
} Oracle (looking down): Hmm... 25 stories, you say?
}
} [With a subtle gesture, the Oracle gives life to the building, which
} suddenly sprouts into the air, growing to a 25-story height. A bottle
} of Coke appears in his left hand, and  Miller Genuine Draft Long-Neck
} in his right. He shakes both vigorously.]
}
} Oracle: Now let's see.
}
} [He drops both bottles unceremoniously from the edge.
} The bottles fall...24...23...22...
} Suddenly, a hawk-eyed freshman walking around on campus looks up and
} spots the beer. Letting out a yell, he runs for the building. At the
} sound, several other freshmen see what is going on, and head for the
} building as well. Soon there is a teeming throng of students under the
} falling beer bottle, each trying to claw his way to the top of the
} pile. The beer hits the poor sod on top, crushing his skull but somehow
} remaining unbroken. Another student pulls it from his dead schoolmate's
} head and starts to make off with it, but is stabbed in the side by
} another student's Swiss army knife. War ensues, leaving fourteen dead,
} seven wounded. Meanwhile, the Coke has hit the ground and broken
} unnoticed.]
}
} Well, I think that clears it up. The beer left _quite_ a mess.
}
} You owe the Oracle a football helmet and a pair of beer goggles.


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