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The Math of Santa Claus

IS THERE A SANTA CLAUS?

1) No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer, which only Santa has ever seen.

2) There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total - 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good child in each.

3) Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding and etc. This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man- made vehicle ever made, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second - a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.

4) The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see point #1) could pull TEN TIMES the normal anoint, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine. We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload - not even counting the weight of the sleigh - to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison - this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth.

5) 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance - this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecrafts re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second. Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 2,157.5 tons of force.

In conclusion - If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.
 
One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a
well. The animal cried piteously for hours as
the farmer tried to figure out what to do.

Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the
well needed to be covered up anyway;
it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and
help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began
to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the
donkey realized what was happening and cried
horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he
quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally
looked down the well. He was astonished at what
he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his
back, the donkey was doing something amazing..
He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel
dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it
off and take a step up.

Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey
stepped up over the edge of the well and
happily trotted off!

*****
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds
of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well
is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of
our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out
of the deepest wells just by not stopping,
never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.

Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.

Live simply and appreciate what you have.

Give more.

Expect less

NOW .......

Enough of that crap. The donkey later came back,
and bit the farmer who had tried to bury him.
The gash from the bite got infected and
the farmer eventually died in agony from septic shock.


MORAL FROM TODAY'S LESSON:

When you do something wrong, and try to cover
your ass, it always comes back to bite you.
 
My Favorite Farmer Joke

A traveling salesman stays overnight with a farm family. When the family gathers to eat there’s a pig seated at the table. And the pig has three medals hanging around his neck and a peg leg. The salesman says, “Um, I see you have a pig having dinner with you.”
“Yes,” says the farmer. “That’s because he’s a very special pig. You see those medals around his neck? Well, the first medal is from when our youngest son fell in the pond, and he was drowning, and that pig swam out and saved his life. The second medal, that’s from when the barn caught fire and our little daughter was trapped in there and the pig ran inside, carried her out and saved her life. And the third medal, that’s from when our oldest boy was cornered in the stock yard by a mean bull, and that pig ran under the fence and bit the bull on the tail and saved the boy’s life.”
“Yes,” says the salesman, “I can see why you let that pig sit right at the table and have dinner with you. And I can see why you awarded him the medals. But how did he get the peg leg?”
“Well,” says, the farmer, “a pig like that–you don’t eat him all at once.”
 


Jose Cuervo Christmas Cookies




1 cup of water
1 tsp baking soda
1 cup of sugar
1 tsp salt
1 cup or brown sugar
4 large eggs
1 cup nuts
2 cups of dried fruit
1 bottle Jose Cuervo Tequila


Sample the Cuervo to check quality. Take a large bowl,
check the Cuervo again, to be sure it is of the highest quality,
pour one level cup and drink.

Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter
in a large fluffy bowl.


Add one peastoon of sugar. Beat again. At this point
it's best to make sure the Cuervo is still ok, try another
cup just in case.

Turn off the mixerer thingy.

Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup
of dried fruit.

Pick the frigging fruit off the floor.

Mix on the turner.


If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaters just pry
it loose with a drewscriver.

Sample the Cuervo to check for tonsisticity.

Next, sift two cups of salt, or something. Who geeves
a sheet. Check the Jose Cuervo. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.


Add one table.

Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can
find.

Greash the oven.

Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall
over.

Don't forget to beat off the turner.


Finally, throw the bowl through the window, finish the
Cose Juervo and make sure to put the stove in the wishdasher.

Cherry Mistmas !
 
The Early Retirement forum had entered a boat in the Olympic trials for several years running, and had always come in dead last.

Finally, they send REWahoo to Oxford to see if he could learn what the problem was. He comes back and reports, "I've learned what we're doing wrong! The Oxford team has only one guy yelling, and eight guys rowing!"
 
Peace be with you

As a Bagpiper, I play many funeral gigs.
Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a grave side
service for a homeless man.
He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's
cemetery in the Kentucky back-country.

As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost; and being a
typical man I didn't stop for directions.

I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently
gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight.

There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.

I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late.

I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was
already in place.

I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.

The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around.

I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends.

I played like I've never played before for this homeless man.

And as I played 'Amazing Grace,' the workers began to weep.

They wept, I wept, we all wept together.

When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car.

Though my head hung low my heart was full.

As I was opening the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say,
"Sweet Mother of Jesus, I never seen nothin' like that before and I've
been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."

 
You know you are a musician when...

When you get invited to play the same gig the following year, which
means that you don't have tear down after this year's gig.
 
I'd like to take credit for this one from another forum, but I won't. I can't figure out how to link to it directly, but it's post #2 here.
 
Here's an amusing one. I especially like the added touch of the box of cornstarch on the diagnostic bench.

Mike D.


Here is a very interesting demonstration of the new Chrysler Turbo Encabulator. Take a look at it and send it to your gear head friends. They will be very interested in it. This technology can save us all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXW0bx_Ooq4

It is a YouTube video and is safe to watch.
 
Let's play!

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Porn Channel

Being a very religious kind of guy, when I checked into my motel, I said to the lady at the desk:
"I hope the porn channel in my room is disabled."

"No," she said, "it's regular porn, you sick b*stard!!"
 
Mary had a little lamb its fleece was pink day-glo;
And everywhere that Mary went, she dragged the lamb, you know
She took it on the job one day, to try and score more tricks
But the Johns kept their distance, afraid to dip their wicks
So she called pimp in charge that day and told him of her plight
He advised her, "use mint jelly", it will set the mood just right
So now she’s in to threesomes, thats'Mary and her pet.
Complete with bills of health, you see, from her doctor and the vet
 
There´s this guy peacefully reading his newspaper when, suddenly, his wife comes from the kitchen and hits him over the head with a skillet.
The husband yells in pain: "WHAT¨S THE MATTER WITH YOU?"

The wife says: "it´s this piece of paper with the name Marylou and a number on it that I found on YOUR trouser pocket"

The husband replies: "But dear, do you remember that the other day I went to the horse races....? Well, Marylou was the mare I put a bet on and the number was the prize to be paid to the winner on that race"

The wife, satisfied by the explanation, apologises and returns to her chores.

A few days later, the husband is enjoying his paper and all of a sudden her wife hits him again on the head, but this time with the pressure cooker.

The husband, stunned by the blow, screams: WHAT THE F***K IS THE MATTER WITH YOU NOW?

Noithing dear, it´s your mare on the phone for you....
 




TO SHOWER LIKE A WOMAN:


Take off clothing and place it in sectioned
laundry hamper according to lights and darks.
Walk to bathroom wearing long robe.
If you see husband along the way,
cover up any exposed areas.
Look at your womanly physique in the mirror --
make mental note to do more sit-ups/leg-lifts, etc.
Get in the shower. Use wash cloth , long loofah,
wide loofah and pumice stone.
Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage
shampoo with 43 added vitamins.
Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean.
Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner.
Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub
for 10 minutes until red.
Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body wash.
Rinse conditioner off hair.
Shave armpits and legs.
Rinse off.
Turn off shower.
Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower.
Spray mold spots with Tilex..
Get out of shower.

Dry with towel the size of a small country.
Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.
Return to bedroom wearing long robe and towel on head.
If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.




HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A MAN:


Take off clothes while sitting on the
edge of the bed and leave them in a pile.
Walk naked to the bathroom....
If you see wife along the way, shake wiener at her
making the woo-woo sound.
Look at your manly physique in the mirror.
Admire the size of your wiener and scratch your butt..
Get in the shower.

Wash your face.
Wash your armpits....
Blow your nose in your hands and

let the water rinse them off.
Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.
Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.
Wash your butt,
leaving those coarse butt hairs stuck on the soap.
Wash your hair. Make a Shampoo Mohawk.
Pee.
Rinse off and get out of shower.
Partially dry off.
Fail to notice the water on floor because
curtain was hanging out of tub the whole time.
Admire wiener size in mirror again.
Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor,
and light and fan on.
Return to bedroom with towel around waist.
If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake wiener at her
and make the woo-woo sound again.
Throw wet towel on bed.



If there is anyone who did not laugh at the
truth behind this,
there is something SO very wrong with
you.



Have a great day..... and woo woo!!!

 
I was sitting on the sofa watching TV when I heard my wife's voice from the kitchen.
"What would you like for dinner, Love? Chicken, beef or lamb?"
I said, "Thank you, I'll have chicken."
"Screw you, Old Fart, you're having soup. I was talking to the dog."
 
You might be a personal finance redneck if…


…you don’t have to pay alimony because the state you live in never recognized your marriage to your sister in the first place.

…the only stock you care about is the racing car kind.

…somebody asks you if you’d like to invest in a CD and you tell them “no, I’d rather invest in a DVD.”

…when people ask you when you want to retire, you say “right after I get a flat one.”

…you reckon that diversifying is going to be tough to do because you never did any versifying in the first place.

…keeping up with the Joneses means moving your trailer 50 feet to the right.

…you think Warren Buffet is a place where rabbits have an all-you-can-eat bar.

…you pulled your kids out of school after you heard about ‘No Child Left Behind’ because you didn’t want a bunch of one-right-buttock-only children to support.

…you don’t have to worry about the Latte factor, you have to worry about the Kools-and-Schlitz Factor.

…everyone around you had a Poor Dad.

…only use the phrase debt snowball in the middle of a snowball fight: “Watch out fer debt snowball!”

…got all happy when you heard someone talking about an IRA, because you figured it’s time for the NRA to go International.

…you ask a worker at the Wal Mart where you can find the new Formula 401 … you know, the 401K?

…your financial adviser and your bartender are the same person.

…your idea of saving for the future is buying Coke by the case.

…you don’t worry about your retirement because Ed McMahon’s assured you that you might already be a winner.


…and finally…

…you actually know in detail why a subprime mortgage isn’t such a great deal after all.
 
Geography

Geography Of A Woman

Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa. Half discovered, half wild, fertile and naturally beautiful!

Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe. Well developed and open to trade, especially for someone of real value.

Between 31 and 35, a woman is like Spain, very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.

Between 36 and 40, a woman is like Greece, gently aging but still a warm and desirable place to visit.

Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain, with a glorious and all conquering past.

Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Israel, has been through war, doesn’t make the same mistakes twice; takes care of business.

Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Canada, self-preserving, but open to meeting new people.

After 70, she becomes Tibet. Wildly beautiful, with a mysterious past and the wisdom of the ages…. she has an adventurous spirit and still has a thirst for knowledge, especially spiritual knowledge.

GEOGRAPHY OF A MAN

Between 1 and 80, a man is like Iran, ruled by nuts.
 
A man wakes up one morning in Alaska to find a bear on his roof.
So he looks in the yellow pages and sure enough,
there's an ad for "Bear Removers."
He calls the number, and the bear remover says
he'll be over in 30 minutes.
The bear remover arrives, and gets out of his van.
He's got a ladder, a baseball bat, a shotgun and a mean old pit bull.
"What are you going to do," the homeowner asks?
"I'm going to put this ladder up against the roof, then I'm going to go up there
and knock the bear off the roof with this baseball bat.
When the bear falls off, the pit bull is trained to grab
his testicles and not let go. The bear will then be subdued
enough for me to put him in the cage in the back of the van."
He then hands the shotgun to the homeowner.
"What's the shotgun for?" asks the homeowner.
"If the bear knocks me off the roof, shoot the dog."
 
This morning on the motorway, I looked
over to my right and there was a Woman
In a brand new BMW Doing 75Mph

With her Face up next to her Rear view mirror
Putting on her eyeliner.

I looked away For a couple seconds !
And when I looked back she was Halfway over in my lane,
Still working on that makeup.

As a man, I don't scare easily.
But she scared me so much I dropped My electric shaver,
Which knocked The meat pie Out of my other hand.

In all The confusion of trying
To straighten out the car Using my knees against
The steering wheel,

It knocked My Mobile phone Away from my ear
Which fell Into the coffee Between my legs, Splashed,
And burned Big Jim and the Twins,

Ruined the phone, Soaked my trousers,
And disconnected an Important call.

BL00DY women drivers!!
 
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