Blondes
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Noah 2003 Version
It is the year 2003 and Noah lives in the United States.
The Lord speaks to Noah and says: "In one year I am going to make it rain and cover the whole earth with water until all is destroyed.
But I want you to save the righteous people and two of every kind of living thing on the earth.
Therefore, I am commanding you to build an Ark."
In a flash of lightning, God delivered the specifications for an Ark.
Fearful and trembling, Noah took the plans and agreed to build the Ark.
"Remember," said the Lord, "You must complete the Ark and bring everything aboard in one year."
Exactly one year later, a fierce storm cloud covered the earth and all the seas
of the earth went into a tumult.
The Lord saw Noah sitting in his front yard weeping.
"Noah." He shouted, "Where is the Ark?"
"Lord please forgive me!" cried Noah. "I did my best, but there were big problems.
First, I had to get a permit for construction and your plans did not comply with the codes.
I had to hire an engineering firm and redraw the plans.
Then I got into a fight with OSHA over whether or not the Ark needed a fire sprinkler system
and floatation devices.
Then my neighbor objected, claiming I was violating zoning ordinances by building the Ark in my
front yard, so I had to get a variance from the city planning commission.
I had problems getting enough wood for the Ark, because there was a ban on cutting trees to protect
the Spotted Owl.
I finally convinced the U.S. Forest Service that I needed the wood to save the owls.
However, the Fish and Wildlife Service won't let me catch any owls. So, no owls.
The carpenters formed a union and went out on strike. I had to negotiate a settlement with the
National Labor Union. Now I have 16 carpenters on the Ark, but still no owls.
When I started rounding up the other animals, I got sued by an animal rights group.
They objected to me only taking two of each kind aboard.
Just when I got the suit dismissed, the EPA notified me that I could not complete the Ark without
filing an environmental impact statement on your proposed flood. They didn't take very kindly to
the idea that they had no jurisdiction over the conduct of the Creator of the universe.
Then the Army Corps of Engineers demanded a map of the proposed new flood plain. I sent them a globe.
Right now, I am trying to resolve a complaint filed with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission
that I am practicing discrimination by not taking godless, unbelieving people aboard!
The IRS has seized all my assets, claiming that I'm building the Ark in preparation to flee
the country to avoid paying taxes.
I just got a notice from the state that I owe some kind of user tax and failed to register
the Ark as a recreational water craft."
Finally the ACLU got the courts to issue an injunction against further construction of the Ark,
saying that since God is flooding the earth, it is a religious event, therefore unconstitutional.
I really don't think I can finish the Ark for another 5 or 6 years!" Noah wailed.
The sky began to clear, the sun began to shine and the seas began to calm.
A rainbow arched across the sky. Noah looked up hopefully.
"You mean you are not going to destroy the earth, Lord?"
"No," said the Lord sadly. . ."The government already has."
"Yesterday the IRS announced that obese Americans are
entitled to certain tax breaks. Apparently, under the
new rules, you're allowed to claim up two or more chins
as dependents."
-—Conan O'Brien
The Rabbi and the IRS
A new IRS auditor, eager to make a name for himself, decided to review the tax returns of the local synagogue.
He proceeded to interrogate the Rabbi, asking him what the Synagogue did with the wax drippings from the
Shabbat, Havdallah and Chanukah candles.
The Rabbi, pleased to show the auditor that nothing went to waste, responded that the used wax
is collected and sent to a candle factory and they send the Temple new candles.
What about the crumbs from the matzah you eat at Passover? Asked the IRS auditor.
Simple, the Rabbi responded. We collect all the crumbs, send them to the matzah bakery
and they send us matzah meal.
All right, said the auditor, refusing to give up. I know that you're a moyel as well as a Rabbi.
What do you do with the leftovers from the circumcisions?
Easy, said the Rabbi. We send them to Washington, DC and they send us
little pricks like you.
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