| November 10, 1999 |
Volume II Issue 2 |
NIMFOMANYC'S NAUGHTY NUTHOUSE
presents
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NIMFO'S NASTIES
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The difference between pornography and erotica is lighting.
~Gloria Leonard
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------- How To Attend a Meeting -------
To really succeed in a business or organization, it is
sometimes helpful to know what your job is, and whether it
involves any duties. Ask among your coworkers. "Hi," you
should say. "I'm a new employee. What is the name of my job?"
If they answer "long-range planner" or "lieutenant governor,"
you are pretty much free to lounge around and do crossword
puzzles until retirement. Most jobs, however, will require
some work.
There are two major kinds of work in modern organizations:
1. Taking phone messages for people who are in meetings, and,
2. Going to meetings.
Your ultimate career strategy will be to get a job involving
primarily No. 2, going to meetings, as soon as possible,
because that's where the real prestige is. It is all very
well and good to be able to take phone messages, but you are
never going to get a position of power, a position where you
can cost thousands of people their jobs with a single bonehead
decision, unless you learn how to attend meetings.
The first meeting ever was held back in the Mezzanine Era. In
those days, Man's job was to slay his prey and bring it home
for Woman, who had to figure out how to cook it. The problem
was, Man was slow and basically naked, whereas the prey had
warm fur and could run like an antelope. (In fact it was an
antelope, only nobody knew this).
At last someone said, "Maybe if we just sat down and did some
brainstorming, we could come up with a better way to hunt our
prey!" It went extremely well, plus it was much warmer sitting
in a circle, so they agreed to meet again the next day, and
the next.
But the women pointed out that, prey-wise, the men had not
produced anything,and the human race was pretty much starving.
The men agreed that was serious and said they would put it
right near the top of their "agenda". At this point, the
women, who were primitive but not stupid, started eating
plants, and thus modern agriculture was born. It never would
have happened without meetings.
The modern business meeting, however, might better be compared
with a funeral, in the sense that you have a gathering of
people who are wearing uncomfortable clothing and would rather
be somewhere else. The major difference is that most funerals
have a definite purpose. Also, nothing is really ever buried
in a meeting.
An idea may look dead, but it will always reappear at another
meeting later on. If you have ever seen the movie, "Night of
the Living Dead," you have a rough idea of how modern meetings
operate, with projects and proposals that everyone thought
were killed rising up constantly from their graves to stagger
back into meetings and eat the brains of the living.
There are two major kinds of meetings:
1. Meetings that are held for basically the same reason that
Arbor Day is observed - namely, tradition. For example, a
lot of managerial people like to meet on Monday, because it's
Monday. You'll get used to it. You'd better, because this
kind account for 83% of all meetings (based on a study in which
I wrote down numbers until one of them looked about right).
This type of meeting operates the way "Show and Tell" does in
nursery school, with everyone getting to say something, the
difference being that in nursery school, the kids actually
have something to say.
When it's your turn, you should say that you're still
working on whatever it is you're supposed to be working on.
This may seem pretty dumb, since obviously you'd be working on
whatever you're supposed to be working on, and even if you
weren't, you'd claim you were, but that's the traditional
thing for everyone to say. It would be a lot faster if the
person running the meeting would just say, "Everyone who is
still working on what he or she is supposed to be working on,
raise your hand." You'd be out of there in five minutes, even
allowing for jokes. But this is not how we do it in America.
My guess is, it's how they do it in Japan.
2. Meetings where there is some alleged purpose. These are
trickier, because what you do depends on what the purpose is.
Sometimes the purpose is harmless, like someone wants to show
slides of pie charts and give everyone a big, fat report. All
you have to do in this kind of meeting is sit there and have
elaborate fantasies, then take the report back to your office
and throw it away, unless, of course, you're a vice president,
in which case you write the name of a subordinate in the upper
right hand corner, followed be a question mark, like this:
"Norm?"
Then you send it to Norm and forget all about it (although it
will plague Norm for the rest of his career).
But sometimes you go to meetings where the purpose is to get
your "input" on something. This is very serious because what
it means is, they want to make sure that in case whatever it is
turns out to be stupid or fatal, you'll get some of the blame,
so you have to escape from the meeting before they get around
to asking you anything. One way is to set fire to your tie.
Another is to have an accomplice interrupt the meeting and
announce that you have a phone call from someone very important,
such as the president of the company or the Pope. It should be
one or the other. It would a sound fishy if the accomplice
said, "You have a call from the president of the company, or
the Pope."
You should know how to take notes at a meeting. Use a yellow
legal pad. At the top, write the date and underline it twice.
Now wait until an important person, such as your boss, starts
talking; when he does, look at him with an expression of
enraptured interest, as though he is revealing the secrets of
life itself. Then write interlocking rectangles like this:
(picture of doodled rectangles).
If it is an especially lengthy meeting, you can try something
like this (Picture of more elaborate doodles and a caricature
of the boss).
If somebody falls asleep in a meeting, have everyone else
leave the room. Then collect a group of total strangers,
right off the street, and have them sit around the sleeping
person until he wakes up. Then have one of them say to him,
"Bob, your plan is very, very risky. However, you've given us
no choice but to try it. I only hope, for your sake, that you
know what you're getting yourself into." Then they should
file quietly out of the room.
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She was an attractive barmaid so Paul slapped a ten on the bar
said, "I bet I can keep an eye on this drink while I go to the
bathroom."
She knew the bathroom was around the corner so she accepted the
bet. Paul took his glass eye out placed it beside the glass and
went to the bathroom.
"Betcha I can bite my own ear," Paul challenged. The bet was
accepted and he took out his false teeth & nipped his ear. Once
more he scooped up the money.
"Okay," he said, "I'll give you a chance to win your money back.
I bet I can make love to you so tenderly you won't feel a thing."
Now that was one thing she knew about so she accepted the bet.
Paul lifted her skirt & away they went.
"I can feel you," she cried.
"Oh well," Paul said, "You win some, you lose some !!"
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SENT IN BY OUR READERS
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A recent study was made to find out what days
men prefer to have sex: It was found that men
preferred to engage in sexual activity on the days
that started with "T":
Tuesday
Thursday
Thanksgiving
Today
Tomorrow
Thaturday and Thunday
{Thanks to MDavisXXX for that thupendous truism}
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Send us your jokes and quote contributions and we'll make
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¡ASK AUNT NASTY¡
Dear Aunt Nasty,
I am a 35 year old man, married for 6 years now. Recently my
wife has been giving me excuses instead of sex. She used to
enjoy sex (or at least she acted as if she did), but now she
always has some excuse not to. What should I do?
signed,
A horny husband.
Dear Horny Husband
Well, my dear, it sounds as if she has found another lover,
(why else would she not want it???) Perhaps, she finds your
skills to be lacking. Why don't you pay me a visit real soon
and I'll help you out with your problem. You can relieve your
horniness while I evaluate your technique at the same time, and
give you some pointers in the ways of keeping your woman happy.
AUNT NASTY
Aunt Nasty is THE expert on matters pertaining to *LOVE* *SEX*
and *DATING* For many years now, people everywhere have been
seeking out her advice whenever they've had questions about
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that you'd like some advice on, just send an e-mail to
AUNTNASTY@Nimfomanyc.IsTheBe.st and you can count on her
giving you advice you'll not find anywhere else!!
¡ASK AUNT NASTY¡
AUNTNASTY@Nimfomanyc.IsTheBe.st
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Stepping out onto a porch in the middle of winter, Bill
Clinton sees "The President Must Go!" written in urine in the
snow on the White House lawn. Royally pissed, he storms into
his security staff's HQ, and yells, "Somebody wrote a threat
in the snow on the front lawn and they wrote it in urine! The
person had to be standing right on the porch when he did it!
Where were you guys?!" The security guys stood silent and
ashamed. He hollers, "Well dammit, don't just sit there! Get
out and find out who did it!! I want an answer, and I want it
NOW!" The entire staff immediately jumps up and races for the
exits. Later, his chief security officer approaches him and
says, "Well, Mr. President, we have bad news and really bad
news." Clinton says, "Oh hell, give me the bad news first."
The officer says, "Well, we took a sample of the urine and
sent it to the FBI lab. The results just came back, and it was
Al Gore's urine." Clinton says, "Oh my God! My own Vice
President! Damn! Well, what's the really bad news?" The
officer replies, "Well sir, it was Hillary's handwriting."
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* AND NOW FOR THE JOKE OF THE WEEK *
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An extraordinarily handsome man decided he had the God-given
responsibility to marry the perfect woman so they could
produce children beyond comparison. With that as his mission
he began searching for the perfect woman. After a diligent,
but fruitless, search up and down the East coast, he started
to head west. Shortly thereafter he met a farmer who had three
stunning, gorgeous daughters that positively took his breath
away. So he explained his mission to the farmer, asking for
permission to marry one of them. The farmer simply replied,
"They're all looking to get married, so you came to the right
place. Look them over and select the one you want," The man
dated the first daughter. The next day the farmer asked for
the man's opinion.
"Well" said the man, " She's just a weeeeee bit, not that
you can hardly notice..but pigeon-toed," The farmer nodded and
suggested the man date one of the other girls; so the man went
out with the second daughter. The next day, the farmer again
asked how things went. Well," the man replied, "she's just a
weeeee bit, not that you can hardly tell...cross-eyed." The
farmer nodded and suggested he date the third girl to see if
things might be better. So he did. The next morning the man
rushed in exclaiming, "she's perfect, just perfect! She's the
one I want to marry!" So they were wed right away. Months later
the baby was born. When the man visited the nursery he was
horrified, the baby was the ugliest, most pathetic human you
can imagine. He rushed to his father-in-law asking how such a
thing could happen considering the parents. "Well,"
explained the farmer, "she was just a weeeee bit, not that you
could hardly tell.....pregnant when you met her."
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ONE MORE TO GET YOU OVER "HUMP" DAY
The Anti-Chain Letter
WITH STUPIDITY, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE
This letter has been sent to you to stop you from sending out
chain letters. The original was written in the 3rd century A.D.
by a deranged member of the Most Holy Post. That version
vanished during the Spanish Inquisition (Nobody expects the
Spanish Inquisition !!!!!!!!!).
More recently, it was communicated telepathically to Shirley
MacLaine by monks on the planet Mongo in the eighth dimension.
Now it's being sent to you. Good things will soon be happening
to you if you follow the instructions given in this letter.
This is no joke! If you do what this letter says to do, every
person who owes you money will repay you. The IRS will never
audit you again. Hugh Hefner will invite you to house-sit at
the playboy mansion while he and the missus go on a six month
vacation. Finally, you will be spotted by a head hunter and
whisked off into the fast paced life of an insurance salesman
in Kansas.
To get all of this good fortune, you must keep this letter for
the next five years. If at any time during that time you
receive a chain letter, don't send out any copies of it.
Instead, you must send this anti-chain letter back to the
person who sent you the chain letter (If you don't know who
sent it, send a copy of this letter to a random person).
At the end of five years, do the following 'de-briefing'
ceremony, and you will be done:
Throw salt over your shoulder.
Throw salt over Zha Zha Gabor's shoulder.
Throw Zha Zha over your shoulder.
Walk under a ladder.
Do the rhumba under a ladder.
Pray the rosary.
Pray the zippity-doo-dah, zippity-ay.
Drink Vitameatavegimin (3 tablespoons at a time)
Mix 2 frogs, 3 locks of Michael Jackson's hair, 2 turtledoves,
and the remains of this letter in a cauldron and boil at 375
degrees for 2 hours and 3 minutes.
Place the whole mixture in the microwave on saute for 6:53 and
place in serving bowls, then chill.
Gargle, then spit.
DO NOT IGNORE THIS LETTER. If you do, nuclear war is a
definite possibility. You will develop psoriasis, gout,
hemorrhoids, herpes, and/or a common cold. Some day you will
definitely die if you ignore this letter!!!!!
Furthermore, your next-door neighbor will start a manure farm
in his backyard and begin playing the bagpipe (late at night
usually). You may even be forced to spend an evening with an
accountant and an insurance salesman discussing their work.
A police officer from Temecula won the publisher's clearing
house sweepstakes. A girl in Chicago got the letter and
continued sending out chain letters anyway. She died a month
later when a ream of paper fell off a truck and crushed the
Fahrvervgnugen out of her Volkswagen Bug. Madonna obeyed the
letter and discovered the razor. A lot of women didn't follow
the letter's instructions and became mothers of Wilt
Chamberlain's illegitimate children.
Don't send out those chain letters and see what happens. You
will be shocked to find that none of their curses come true.
The person you send this anti-chain letter to will be heartily
amused, and besides, its much easier to send out one copy of
this than 5 or 20 copies of some dreary chain letter.
Do note the following: All of the passengers of the Titanic
received this letter. When someone on the boat started a
chain letter going, they all ignored this letter and passed it
along, and the result is history.
Dick Grayson carried out the letter's instructions and became
Robin, Batman's Boy Wonder. Both Mike Tyson and Robin Givens
received this letter and threw it away. Then they got married.
Clarence Thomas followed the letter's instructions. Charles
Keating didn't.
In 1987, the letter was received by a young woman in
California. It was very faded and barely readable. She
promised herself that she would not send out chain letters.
A year later she forgot, and when she received a chain letter,
she faithfully typed out the ten copies of the letter and
placed them in envelopes. She developed breast cancer, and the
doctors told her she would lose both breasts. While rummaging
through her desk looking for a bottle of sleeping pills, she
found this letter. She immediately threw away all of the
copies of the chain letter she had prepared. The next day, the
doctors told her they had mistaken someone else's X-ray for
hers, and that she was perfectly healthy. Now she's a showgirl
in Las Vegas.
Remember, send no chain letters. Do not ignore this letter.
It Works!
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Never say goodbye when you still want to try.
Never give up when you still feel you can take it.
Never say you no longer love a person when you can't let go.
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The mathematician Von Blecks
Devised an equation for sex,
Having proved a good fuck
Isn't patience or luck,
But a function of Y over X.
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SOME SMUTTY LINKS
Some disciplinary spanking..
http://www.painfulporn.com/poq/tu.html
2 ladies wrestling around
http://www.painfulporn.com/sg/dope.html
Not even out of her panties yet...
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Picture proof that THESE girls all screw!
http://www.kittenweb.com/preg1a.html
Guys...or girls???
Screw it...let's watch tv instead...
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Well that's it for this issue. Hopefully, it TIT-illated at
least your funny BONE! Hope you have a *WILD* & *WET* WEEK!
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