"The batter starts his slow trot to first base.The Scot stands up and screams, "Run ye lazy bastard, run!"The people around him begin laughing.Embarra...sed, the Scot sits back down.A friendly fan notes the man's embarrassment, leans over and explains, "He can't run -- he has four balls."The Scot stands up and screams: "Walk with pride, Laddie!"Murphy's job applicationMurphy applied for a fork lift operator post at a famous Irish firm based in Dublin.A Norwegian applied for the same job and since. Easy, you said?” Mary Beth queried with her eyes bright. “Did you happen to check the dials on them? There are two: One in front for the operator to use and a larger one on the side.”“I guess so,” the girl replied, “but so what?”“It’s part of the computer control setup,” Mary Beth explained. “The machine determines your fitness at the beginning and then automatically sets itself for the appropriate resistance. I’ll bet the needle wasn’t far from its zero point, was it?”The girl just shook her. We were breathing hard, from our wild gyrations.“You want to take a break?” she asked. Her shoes were hanging from her left hand. They’d lasted less than thirty seconds after she started dancing.“No,” I said, firmly.“I’m sweaty,” she said.“I don’t care.”Almost carefully, we approached each other. We were hesitant, but I think it was only because we weren’t sure how to engage successfully. I looked at some of the other kids, who were already dancing. They just hugged each other and moved. You use ... or hold ... touch ... my panties, I mean in my panty drawer, Charley dear. Is it OK if I mention that it's OK with me? So you don't feel guilty or that you have to sneak around about it?" ... uh ... you're not mad?" I muttered, looking at my feet."No. Curious though, does that mean ... you sometimes think ... er ... think of me when you ... you know?"I nodded, my face red and my temperature hitting a new high."I'm sorry about spilling on..." I said."No, it's all right. I have to.