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Advertisement How to Know When You're Growing Older ........... Advice Nature's Kitchen ............... Announcement Mr. Smith ...................... Shaggy Dog ------------------------------------------------------------------------ NewsWorks ========= Good evening Mr. and Mrs. America and all the ships at sea, partic- ularly a certain speedboat off the coast of Florida: DON'T LAND AT KEY WEST! REPEAT: DON'T HIT KEY WEST! THEY'RE ONTO US! THEY'RE... (thud) (We apologize for the previous news announcement. We return you now to our regularly scheduled news program.) A hardy "Hi folks!" to the latest subscribers to this journal. We hope you enjoy it! If you do, tell two friends about it, and they'll tell two friends, and so on, and so on, and we'll just have to have a massive party to celebrate! OK? Great! BYOx (where "x" is a member of a finite set of intoxicating and/or obscene elements.) Just a reminder that back issues of NutWorks are available almost anywhere. When in doubt, however, you can retrieve back issues from TCSSERVE@TCSVM.BITNET by sending it the following message: SENDme NUTWORKS ISSUExxx At any given time, the six most recent back issues of NutWorks can also be retrieved from CSNEWS@MAINE.BITNET by sending it this message: SENDme NUTWORKS ISSUExxx FROM EMAGS If you can't send messages, or are just plain lazy or something, you can request back issues of NutWorks by sending a MAIL file to the NutWorks editor and, if he is having a reasonably stress-free day, he will ship the back issues out to you as fast as his little fingers can carry him. The NutWorks staff would like to remind readers that the deadline for submitting your song parodies (for the Special Song Parody Issue) is February 1, 1987. Here's an small example of a song parody: Social Quarantine ----------------- Sung to the tune of: Yellow Submarine In the town where I was born, Lived a man who had V.D. And he gave it to the girls, And the girls gave it to me... We all live in a social quarantine, ...social quarantine, ...social quarantine. As always, we are eager to receive *any* original, humorous articles on any topic. All contributions may be sent to the editor. Thanks, The NutWorks Staff ______________________ _#____________________ <---------- Recent photograph of the ______________________ NutWorks staff on vacation ______________________ in the key of G. ______________________ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Nuts & Bolts ============== by Brent C.J. Britton Vacations from school are nice because they allow people to escape the day-to-day drudgery of having to fabricate excuses for not going to class. I always look forward to school vacations because they give me time to do things which I have been meaning to do all semester, but didn't, because I was spending too much time Not Going to Class. During this past vacation, for example, I confirmed my sneaking suspicion that I do, in fact, own a television set. I found it right where I recall leaving it last summer: just across the living room from the sofa and the remote control. The remote control is a wholly remarkable device which, if used regularly, can cause the average fit, active human being to turn into a lazy, smelly lump of immovable jelly. The advantage of having a remote control is that you can use it to quickly change the station when an advertisement comes on. Before the remote control was invented, the only way people could avoid watching advertisements was to get up and go to the bathroom. This was especially inconvenient before indoor plumbing was developed because then people had to get up and go to the outhouse. Sometimes I try to see how many things in my living room I can point my remote control at and still make the television work. I've found that mirrors do this nicely. My face doesn't. I hope that pointing the remote control at my face and pressing the buttons doesn't give me cancer. I am finally convinced that television news people think that the American public has Hellman's Real Mayonnaise for brains. During my stay in front of the television set last week, the one big news item I kept hearing about, over and over again, was the simply fascinating story of Ronald Reagan's enlarged prostate gland. (It seems that, whereas former President Carter would retreat to Camp David when he felt like getting away from the White House, Reagan prefers to go to the hospital to have some part of his body removed.) I'm sure it's newsworthy when Ronald Reagan undergoes some sort of surgery -- I mean, he IS the President of United States and all -- but I, for one, and damn sick of being made to view diagrams of the inside of his body. Some of the news programs I saw even had small teams of urologists standing by to explain what sort of punishment they give to someone who has an enlarged prostate and what sort of pointy objects get inserted into his body. Don't believe what anyone tells you about doctors; they are all sadistic maniacs who like to hurt sick people by poking them with pointy objects. The news people also mentioned that, seeing how the President was in the neighborhood, he was going to visit the Presidential Proctologist to have his colon checked for something called polyps. (I don't know just what a polyp is, but it seems that the President doesn't want any on his colon.) The news people were pleased as punch about this because they got to display more disgusting diagrams of the interior of the Presidential Posterior. And the team of medical people were right there to tell us in great detail what the Presidential Proctologist would be doing inside the Oval Orifice. To him, I suppose a colon by any other name smells the same, but talk about having your finger on the pulse of the nation!! It seems that while Reagan was being admitted to the hospital to have all these horrible things done to his person, he allegedly made several urological jokes. No one on the news actually said what a "urological joke" is mind you, but I can just hear the President saying "Well, Doc, when I bend over, how about humming a few bars of 'Hail to the Cheeks'?" Oh Well, it's about time to start Not Going to Class again. I leave you with this ancient salutation, in the !Tung dialect: "Wikky wikky ratyak, sapdew fizwot, HOY salrot, klakkacheez." Translation: "May you never get polyps on your colon from pointing the remote control at your face and pressing the buttons." bcjb ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The King of Beers ================= The Budweiser marketing executives held their annual planning session with their advertising agency. The ad agency gave them a new and FABULOUS plan. Irving Schlock, the ad agency account executive, suggested that Budweiser offer the Pope $1 Million per year if he will send out an edict changing the Lord's Prayer line from "Give us this day our daily bread" to "Give us this day our daily Bud." The Bud executives thought this was fantastic and shipped off a staff representative to Rome to make the offer. The representative only got to see a bishop, who ordered him thrown out amid cries of "Sacrilege!!" He returned to the President of Budweiser, who told him to up the offer to $1 million per month. This time the Budweiser man got in to see a Cardinal, told him about the proposed change from "Give us this day our daily bread" to "Give us this day our daily Bud." The Cardinal, enraged, also had him thrown out, saying, "The Lord's Prayer is NOT for sale, commercialistic swine!" Back to the Budweiser President he went. This time the president said that he had certain connections and would make some calls in advance, guaranteeing the rep would see the Pope himself, not just some flunkies. Also, said the president, "Offer the Pope $1 million a week. "This is so big we can't miss it. It'll blow Miller out of the water!" Back in the Vatican, the Budweiser Rep enters a room filled with the church hierarchy, begins to give his presentation -- cries of "out" begin, when the Pope comes in. He asks that the Rep be heard in a respectful manner, but first wants to leave for a moment. The Pope goes down the hallway to his business manager's office. Entering, he says "Guido, get out the Lord's Prayer file." "Sure, your Holiness, what do you need to know?" "How long before our deal expires with Pepperidge Farm?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ (Taken from an actual Compaq ad in a British magazine.) Compaq Wishes To Apologize For This Advertisement. In particular, we wish to apologize for the headline. We suggest you skip it and go straight to the rest of the ad, after which you should simply FILL IN AND POST THE COUPON. If you haven't got time to read the ad, SIMPLY FILL IN AND POST THE COUPON. On your way to POST THE COUPON you may pass a COMPAQ dealer in which case simply GO IN AND BUY A COMPAQ. This will save you the price of a stamp. HOW TO PROVE THAT COMPAQ RUNS 30% FASTER THAN IBM. Buy two greyhounds, name one COMPAQ and the other IBM. Feed COMPAQ on lean steak and IBM on old socks stuffed with rabbit droppings. After a month, enter both in the 3.30 at Hackney and you will notice that Compaq runs at least 30% faster than IBM. Of course, this test is totally unfair and one-sided, but gives the same result as racing the computers in your office. PROTECT YOURSELF AGAINST NASTY ACCIDENTS. (Picture of statue w/o arms or legs is shown at left.) This is what happens to computer operators who lose all the data on an important disk. Protect yourself with a built-in tape back-up safety system. Too bad if you own an IBM or some other make, only COMPAQ computers have them. SIN IN STYLE -- SOFTWEAR WORLD. Sorry. Wrong. Terribly sorry. Sorry to disappoint those of you who were hoping for something titillating, but this whole section is in fact the result of a silly spelling mistake. Instead of softwear, please read software. Then reach for any IBM catalogue, in which you will find listed thousands of programs you can run on COMPAQ computers. So sorry. WHAT PERCENTAGE OF IBM SOFTWARE WILL RUN ON A COMPAQ? By sheer coincidence, this is the same percentage of waiters in Indian restaurants who hail from the small Bangladeshi town of Sylhet. Nearly 100%. For further details and first-class lamb dhansak, ring 01-836 9787. BYTES OF RAM. The compaq deskpro 286 offers 8.2 megabytes of RAM. IBM's PC AT can only manage a 3 megabyte nibble. Cheez, even our carry-away Portable does 2.6 megabytes. THE COMPAQ DUAL_MODE MONITOR. At last, a monitor lizard that can display both high resolution text and high resolution graphics on one screen. IBM's (and all their spawn) need separate iguanas for text and graphics. More details from our sales reptiles. Contact them on 01-940 8860. SIMPLE ANT MATHS: LESSON 1. Let one ant equal one byte of information. COMPAQ's built-in mass storage can hold 70,000,000 of the little blighters, (30,000,000 more than IBM can). Now calculate how many ants are needed to fill the great pyramid of Giza. FILL IN THIS COUPON NOW. ______________________________________________________________________ | | | TO: COMPAQ Computer Ltd., Freepost, Richmond, Surrey, TW91BR. | | I understand that COMPAQ computers run IBM software 30% faster, are | | more powerful with more storage, a unique tape backup system and dual| | mode monitor, but frankly I can't believe COMPAQ's are this good, | | otherwise why isn't everyone using them except come to think of it | | COMPAQ is already No. 2 in the States but then the Yanks are a funny | | bunch I mean they eat raw steak for breakfast and they've all got | | absurd names like Chuck and Waldo of course everyone's always | | knocking America but where would we be without the Harvey Wallbanger | | so rush me more details of your marvelous computers. | | | | Name _______________________________________________________________ | | Company_____________________________________________________________ | | Inside Leg_________________ Favourite Singer_______________________ | | Address_____________________________________________________________ | | | | AMAZING FREE OFFER. We'll give you a COMPAQ DESKPRO 286 ABSOLUTELY | | FREE when you give us 3,694.99 pounds. | | | | ( ) tick here for FREE death watch beetle. | |______________________________________________________________________| ------------------------------------------------------------------------ How to Know When You're Growing Older ===================================== - Everything hurts and what doesn't hurt, doesn't work. - The gleam in your eyes is from the sun hitting your bifocals. - You feel like the night before, and you haven't been anywhere. - Your little black book only contains names ending in M.D. - You get winded playing chess. - Your children begin to look middle-aged. - You begin to outlive enthusiasm. - Your mind makes contracts your body can't meet. - A dripping faucet causes an uncontrollable bladder urge. - You know all the answers but nobody asks you the questions. - You look forward to a dull evening. - You walk with your head held high trying to get used to your bifocals. - Your favourite part of the newspaper is "25 Years Ago Today". - You turn out the light for economic reasons rather than for romantic. - You sit in a rocking chair and can't get it going. - Your knees buckle and your belt won't. - You regret all those mistakes resisting temptation. - After painting the town red, you have to take a long rest before applying a second coat. - Dialing long distance wears you out. - You're no longer startled to be addressed as "ol' timer". - The best part of the day is over when the alarm clock goes off. - You sink your teeth into a steak and they stay there. - The little gray haired lady you help across the street is your wife. - You burn the midnight oil after 9 P.M. - Your back goes out more than you do. - You get too much room in the house and not enough in the medicine cabinet. - You get your exercise acting as a pall bearer for your friends who exercise. Frans J. Ward ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Nature's Kitchen Presents: ========================= From the people who brought you blood, sweat and earwax, AND the people who have produced such delectable delights as "Cream of Spinach" we proudly present... Campbell's Primordial Soup! -------------------------- That's right, Campbell's Soup inc. has merged with Mother Nature ltd. to bring you this primal mixture of complex organic compounds (including stringey strands of RNA), which is sure to please even the most highly evolved palettes. This tasty dish can be eaten alone, or can easily act as the basic building block for more complex culinary creations, such as Protazoan Pottage, Fishy Bisque, Baked Amoeba, and Self-replicating Succotash. Campbell's Primordial Soup, (the first in our nutritious new line of Mankindhandlers) is ALL NATURAL with no additives or preservatives, and each can contains a full day's supply of vitamins and amino acids. An evolutionary soup for an evolving species. Also try Campbell's CHUNKY Primordial Soup! So chunky, you'll be tempted to use your hands, but use a fork, before it gets up and walks away. Ken Vincent & bcjb ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Yellow sign spotted in the rear window of a hearse: . / \ / Dead \ . guy on . \ board / \ / . ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Shaggy Dog Story ================ One Thursday evening Mr. Smith was sitting in his favourite armchair, drinking a beer, and watching football, when he had this sudden urge to pass wind. This he duly did... '...phurpppHONDA!' 'Weird' thought Mr. Smith, but thought nothing of it, until 5 minutes later, when... '...phurpppHONDA!' At this he got worried. He rushed to the local hospital, and managed to get an appointment with an intestinal specialist. "What seems to be the problem Mr. Smith?" asked the doctor. "Well, whenever I pass wind, it seems to make a noise like a motorbike" replied Mr Smith. "Could you possibly show me?' asked the doctor. Mr Smith duly obliged '...phurpppHONDA!' "Bend over please Mr Smith, I'd like to examine you... (muffled) ah yes, I see your problem," said the doctor "you have an abcess on your backside. That would explain the strange noise." Mr. Smith was lost for words. "How," he asked "could an abcess on my ass make a noise like that!?" "Simple," replied the doctor... "abcess makes the fart go HONDA!" Submitted by Matt Brunton (MATT @ UKACRL) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Issue015, (Volume IV, Number 1). January, 1987