LA_MERC_LaTech
February 6th, 2003, 05:37 AM
Saddam Hussein was sitting in his bunker wondering whom to invade next
when his telephone rang. "Hallo! Mr. Hussein," a heavily accented voice
said. "This is Trosclaire down at the Fred's Lounge in Mamou. I'm callin'
to told you we officially declarin' war on you!"
"Well, Trosclaire," Saddam replied, "This is indeed important news! How
big is your army?"
"Rat now," said Tros, (hesitating) "there is me, my cousin T-Nom, my nex
door neighbor T-Boy, and the whole bunch from the bar. That makes us
eight!"
Saddam paused. "I must tell you, Tros, that I have one million men in my
army waiting to move on my command."
"Kee-ough!" said Tros. "I gots to call you back later!"
Sure enough, the next day, Tros called again. "Mr. Hussein, the war is
still on! We got us some war equipment!"
"And what equipment would that be, Tros?" Saddam asked.
"Well, we got us two combines, a dozer, and a farm tractor."
Saddam sighed. "I must tell you, Trosclaire, that I have 16,000 tanks and
14,000 armoured personnel carriers. Also, I've increased my army to 1-1/2
million since we last spoke."
"Poo-yie!" said Tros. "I gots to get back to you later."
Sure enough, Tros rang again the next day. "Mr. Hussein, da war still be
on! We got ourselves some airborne! We've took T-Cat's utra-light glider
an we put us a shotgun in the cockpit, and Nonk got outs of jail today
and he is gonna join our army too!"
Saddam was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell
you, Trosclaire, that I have 10,000 bombers and
20,000 fighter planes. My military complex is surrounded by laser-guided,
surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I've increased my
army to TWO MILLION!"
"Ah-yie-yie!", screams Tros, "I gots ta call you back later."
Sure enough, Tros calls again the next day. "Bon jour, Sad-damn! I gots
to toll you we is callin' off dis war."
"I'm sorry to hear that," said Saddam. "Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Well," said Trosclair, "we all had a long talk at the bar an the Shariff
says no way he's gonna feed two million prisoners."
when his telephone rang. "Hallo! Mr. Hussein," a heavily accented voice
said. "This is Trosclaire down at the Fred's Lounge in Mamou. I'm callin'
to told you we officially declarin' war on you!"
"Well, Trosclaire," Saddam replied, "This is indeed important news! How
big is your army?"
"Rat now," said Tros, (hesitating) "there is me, my cousin T-Nom, my nex
door neighbor T-Boy, and the whole bunch from the bar. That makes us
eight!"
Saddam paused. "I must tell you, Tros, that I have one million men in my
army waiting to move on my command."
"Kee-ough!" said Tros. "I gots to call you back later!"
Sure enough, the next day, Tros called again. "Mr. Hussein, the war is
still on! We got us some war equipment!"
"And what equipment would that be, Tros?" Saddam asked.
"Well, we got us two combines, a dozer, and a farm tractor."
Saddam sighed. "I must tell you, Trosclaire, that I have 16,000 tanks and
14,000 armoured personnel carriers. Also, I've increased my army to 1-1/2
million since we last spoke."
"Poo-yie!" said Tros. "I gots to get back to you later."
Sure enough, Tros rang again the next day. "Mr. Hussein, da war still be
on! We got ourselves some airborne! We've took T-Cat's utra-light glider
an we put us a shotgun in the cockpit, and Nonk got outs of jail today
and he is gonna join our army too!"
Saddam was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell
you, Trosclaire, that I have 10,000 bombers and
20,000 fighter planes. My military complex is surrounded by laser-guided,
surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I've increased my
army to TWO MILLION!"
"Ah-yie-yie!", screams Tros, "I gots ta call you back later."
Sure enough, Tros calls again the next day. "Bon jour, Sad-damn! I gots
to toll you we is callin' off dis war."
"I'm sorry to hear that," said Saddam. "Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Well," said Trosclair, "we all had a long talk at the bar an the Shariff
says no way he's gonna feed two million prisoners."