15th September 2004, 11:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 17th September 2004, 8:07 PM by Dark Jaguar.)
Supreme Court Justice guy *sitting all rich like in a robe in a big expensive chair*: Hello there Dogbert. I must thank you for your help.
Dogbert: Actually, I never was a supreme court judge...
Judge: Really? Now I feel kinda bad about all those decisions you made for us...
Dogbert: No don't worry I didn't mind. Actually, I have a prison release here I'm filling out with "your" signature and I just wanted to let you know.
Judge: No problem. Could you make me sound indignated, oh, and put something in there about fairness.
Dogbert: No problem, I'll fax you a copy later.
Judge: Well I don't know when I'd ever <i>read</i> it.
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Dilbert *in jail after being convicted of murder of a lot of nobel prize winners, in an incident involving someone using a bag filled with a blood doner's blood as a water balloon, on a crime scene...*: Wow, this cell is huge.
Guard: Yeah, sorry about that internet connection.
Dilbert: There's an internet connection?
Guard: Yeah, your cable modem's in the shop though, so we've patched you in through the T1. Hope you don't mind. Oh yeah, here's your sack of marriage proposels.
Dilbert: Marriage proposels?
Guard: Oh yeah, you're in for murder right? That's like an aphrodisiac to women.
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*Wally is in prison, the bad kind with people working outside breaking up rocks all day.*
Prisoner: You sure is good there at not breaking up them there rocks.
Wally *casually scrapping rocks with pic held near the pick end*: ...Are those the conjigal visit trailors?
Prisoner: We'ze a team you and me. If we don't hammer up all these rocks by sundown, we don't get no dinner!
Wally: So, you get any marriage proposals yet?
Prisoner: You hear me boy? Pick up that there pick, and bring her DOWN!
Wally: *tries swinging pick*
Prisoner: Naw that ain't gonna do 'er! Here lemme show ya! *picks up Wally and hurls pick Wally's pick, by proxy, at the rocks*
<img src="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2004090116225.jpg">
Ya know, lately commercials can tell you, TO YOUR FACE, that what they are trying to sell you sucks... Sadly, people are idiots...
<img src="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2004203380902.gif">
<img src="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2004091355904.gif">
In all fairness, that would be pretty gross...
<img src="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2045761040831.gif">
THAT'S what I've been TRYING to tell you!
Dogbert: Actually, I never was a supreme court judge...
Judge: Really? Now I feel kinda bad about all those decisions you made for us...
Dogbert: No don't worry I didn't mind. Actually, I have a prison release here I'm filling out with "your" signature and I just wanted to let you know.
Judge: No problem. Could you make me sound indignated, oh, and put something in there about fairness.
Dogbert: No problem, I'll fax you a copy later.
Judge: Well I don't know when I'd ever <i>read</i> it.
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Dilbert *in jail after being convicted of murder of a lot of nobel prize winners, in an incident involving someone using a bag filled with a blood doner's blood as a water balloon, on a crime scene...*: Wow, this cell is huge.
Guard: Yeah, sorry about that internet connection.
Dilbert: There's an internet connection?
Guard: Yeah, your cable modem's in the shop though, so we've patched you in through the T1. Hope you don't mind. Oh yeah, here's your sack of marriage proposels.
Dilbert: Marriage proposels?
Guard: Oh yeah, you're in for murder right? That's like an aphrodisiac to women.
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*Wally is in prison, the bad kind with people working outside breaking up rocks all day.*
Prisoner: You sure is good there at not breaking up them there rocks.
Wally *casually scrapping rocks with pic held near the pick end*: ...Are those the conjigal visit trailors?
Prisoner: We'ze a team you and me. If we don't hammer up all these rocks by sundown, we don't get no dinner!
Wally: So, you get any marriage proposals yet?
Prisoner: You hear me boy? Pick up that there pick, and bring her DOWN!
Wally: *tries swinging pick*
Prisoner: Naw that ain't gonna do 'er! Here lemme show ya! *picks up Wally and hurls pick Wally's pick, by proxy, at the rocks*
<img src="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2004090116225.jpg">
Ya know, lately commercials can tell you, TO YOUR FACE, that what they are trying to sell you sucks... Sadly, people are idiots...
<img src="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2004203380902.gif">
<img src="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2004091355904.gif">
In all fairness, that would be pretty gross...
<img src="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2045761040831.gif">
THAT'S what I've been TRYING to tell you!
"On two occasions, I have been asked [by members of Parliament], 'Pray, Mr. Babbage, if you put into the machine wrong figures, will the right answers come out?' I am not able to rightly apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a question." ~ Charles Babbage (1791-1871)