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Personal Injury Lawyer
Personal Injury Lawyer in a brain store A Personal Injury Lawyer went to a store that sells brains. He wanted to check a personal hypothesis. After reading a sign in the store regarding the quality of brains offered, he decides to inquire the prices of the different brains available. "How much does a doctor's brain cost?" He asks the butcher. "Five dollars the kilo." "How about a waitress's brain?" "Three bucks the kilo." "And for a personal Injury lawyer's brain?" "$1,000 dollars the kilo." "Why so much?" Asks the confused lawyer. "Well, you have no idea how many personal injuries we've had to kill to put together one kilo." |
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Michelangelo's skill, especially in sculpture, was greatly admired in his own time. It is said that when still a young apprentice, he had made a pastiche of a Roman statue (Il Putto Dormiente, the sleeping child) of such beauty and perfection, that it was later sold in Rome as an ancient Roman original.
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Paul Erdos: Good Friend
His incredible facility for numbers and unusual social behavior have led some to speculate that Paul Erdos suffered from Asperger's Syndrome (a mild form of autism). On one occasion, Erdos met a mathematician and asked him where he was from. "Vancouver," the man replied. "Oh, then you must know my good friend Elliot Mendelson," Erdos remarked. The man's reply? "I am your good friend Elliot Mendelson!" |
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The massive corruption which Keith Richburg encountered while working as a correspondent for The Washington Post in Nairobi, Kekya was encapsulated by the following ubiquitous joke:
An African and an Asian meet at an Ivy League school as undergrads and become friends. Both return to their countries and eventually become finance ministers. One day, the African man goes to visit the Asian man at his home. He is amazed to see his friend's mansion, three Mercedes, swimming pool and small staff. "How did you do this?" the African asks. "See that highway over there?" the Asian replies, pointing to a raised, gleaming new toll road in the distance. He smiles. "10 percent." The African takes the lesson to heart and returns home... A few years later, the Asian man comes to visit his African friend - and is dumbfounded by his palatial mansion, five swimming pools, fleet of Mercedes, yacht and army of servants. "How did you do this?" the Asian asks. "See that highway over there?" the African replies. His Asian friend looks in the distance and sees only fields, and cows grazing. "I don't see any road there." The African smiles proudly: "100 percent." |
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Einstein's Attire
Albert Einstein's wife often suggested that he dress more professionally when he headed off to work. "Why should I?" he would invariably argue. "Everyone knows me there." When the time came for Einstein to attend his first major conference, she begged him to dress up a bit. "Why should I?" said Einstein. "No one knows me there!" ["When I was young I found out that the big toe always ends up making a hole in a sock," Einstein once recalled. "So I stopped wearing socks." Einstein also alllegedly once declared: "Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy."] |
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Robert Todd Lincoln was home from Harvard on a visit at the time that his father was assassinated. After the shooting he sat by his father's bedside until he died. He had no political ambitions, preferring the life of a lawyer. But President James Garfield called him away from his practice to occupy the post of secretary of war in 1881. He reluctantly accepted. Later that same year Robert Lincoln arrived at the Washington railroad station just in time to see Garfield shot. Twenty years later, as president of the Pullman Company, Robert Lincoln was invited to bring his family to meet President William McKinley. As they arrived they heard the news: the president had just been shot. Robert Lincoln observed, "There is a certain fatality about presidential functions when I am present."
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Usual Suspects
O. J. Simpson's vow to "find the real killers" (after his acquittal on charges of murdering Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman) were met by most observers with a mixture of disgust and disbelief. "In Acapulco a swordfish leapt into a boat and stabbed a fisherman," Craig Kilborn reported one day in 2000, "and now O.J. has a new suspect." |
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Noted violinist Jascha Heifetz, who often played with pianist Arthur Rubinstein and cellist Gregor Piatigorsky, often complained that Rubinstein always got top billing. "If the Almighty himself played the violin," he once remarked, "the credits would still read 'Rubinstein, God, and Piatigorsky - in that order."
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Joseph Lister was once summoned to attend a rich lord who had a fishbone stuck in his throat. Dexterously the great surgeon removed the bone. Overcome with gratitude, the patient asked Lister what was owed him. Lister replied with a smile, "My lord, suppose we settle for half of what you would be willing to give me if the bone were still lodged in your throat."
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Avian Water?
One day Maurice Barrymore took his children to the zoo. Young John - fascinated by the large pelicans and cormorants in a filthy aviary - begged his father to tell him about the exhibit's exotic creatures. "What," he asked at one point, "kind of birds are they?" "Presumably," the elder Barrymore replied, peering into a cage full of bird droppings, "they are birds of passage..." |
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