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    AKofC is offline Senior Member Community Builder
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    Default Heard of this one yet? It's a classic.

    On the day that he was to enter the first grade, his father told him,
    "Son, I want you to do well in this life and to do this, you need a
    good education, so I will make you a promise! If you do well in school
    and make all A's, I will give you ANYTHING that you desire." The boy
    knew that his father was good to his word, as they were very wealthy.

    At the end of the first grade, the son brought home all A's. His
    father was delighted! "Ok, son, now it is time for me to fulfill my
    part of the bargain. Just tell me what you want and you may have it!"

    The son replied in a meek voice, "Father, I would really like to have
    some yellow ping pong balls."

    The father thought this a little odd, but being good to his word, gave
    his son one tube of yellow ping pong balls.

    The next year, the father remembered how well his son had done in
    school the previous year and attributed it to his promise of a gift,
    so he said to his son... "Bring home all A's again, my boy, and you
    shall have whatever you desire!" The young boy smiled and headed off
    to school.

    This year, he also came home with all A's and his father asked," what
    is it you wish, lad?"

    "Sir, I would like to have a box of yellow ping pong balls!"

    The father asked, "Are you sure, son? Maybe you would like to have
    some comic books or a wagon or maybe a puppy!"

    "No thank you, sir.....just the ping pong balls, if I may."

    His father, wanting to be true to his word, went out the very next day
    and bought his son a box of three dozen yellow ping pong balls. The
    boy thanked his father and put the balls in his closet for safe
    keeping.

    The next year, the same thing happened.......

    The father promised anything the boy desired.

    Again.......all A's.

    "I would like some yellow ping pong balls, dad!" was the reply.

    His father agreed and bought him two tins of yellow ping pong balls,
    which the little boy quietly put in his closet.

    Sometimes late at night, the boy would take out his yellow ping pong
    balls and roll them around on the floor, as they were very quiet, but
    he always accounted for every one and put it neatly back into the
    closet.

    When the fourth grade came around, the father, feeling that his son
    was beginning to mature a little, promised the same thing as before,
    "Bring me home a report card full of A's and you will have anything
    that you want, son"

    At report card time, sure enough, the young lad again brought home a
    straight A report.

    "EXCELLENT! EXCELLENT my boy!! What would you like?? And none of this
    nonsense about ping pong balls. Get a real present!!"

    "But, FATHER, you said that you would get me anything I wanted!
    Please, please, I would like to have some yellow ping pong balls as my
    reward."

    His father grudgingly agreed, because he figured, "If it gets the boy
    to give 100%, then it is worth giving in to a `phase'."

    The next year, the same thing........ yellow ping pong balls.

    Sixth grade.......... yellow ping pong balls.

    By the seventh grade, his father was beginning to worry about the lad,
    but he once again asked the boy, "Well, you have once again brought
    home all A's! What would you like to have? A minibike?? How about
    unlimited access to the arcade with no limit on the amount of games
    that you can play??"

    "Dad, what I really want is a box of yellow ping pong balls."

    Once again, the father agreed and brought the boy his reward of ping
    pong balls.

    Eighth grade........ All A's!

    "What would you like to have son? A motorcycle? Maybe a new computer??
    How about a party with all your friends on MTV??

    "That would be great dad, but more than anything else, I would like to
    have some more yellow ping pong balls!"

    By the time the ninth grade rolled around, the young boy was turning
    into quite a dashing young man, but he was shy and quiet and didn't
    make friends well. His father once again promised anything that he
    wanted for bringing home all A's.

    The son, by now recognized locally as a genuis beyond his years, had
    no trouble producing the needed grades.

    "What is it that you want then, my boy??? How about a nice little
    sports car, you know, something to impress the ladies...." *wink!*

    "No dad, just the ping pong balls. That's all I really want!"

    Tenth grade........ the same thing........ all A's and yellow ping
    pong balls.

    In the eleventh grade, the father was really beginning to be proud of
    how his boy had grown. In just a couple of years, he would be out on
    his own and the father was beginning to get used to the idea of his
    son's apparent like for yellow ping pong balls. So when the time came
    for presents, the father didn't even ask, he just gave his son another
    box of yellow ping pong balls.

    Now was the final year of school and once again the young man had
    brought home all great grades. He was valedictorian of his class,
    class president, man most likely to succeed and captain of the varsity
    cheerleading squad, not to mention starting quarterback for the
    football team and first string pitcher for the school baseball league.

    After delivering his graduation address to the graduating class, his
    father, beaming with pride, walked with him out to their car. As they
    got in, his father said, "Son, I have a feeling what you are going to
    say, but I must ask anyway......what can I do for you this year?? I am
    sooooooo proud of my boy!"

    "Dad, what I would really like this year is a brand new, bright yellow
    Porsche convertible with mag tires, an AM/FM disc changer and a credit
    card!"

    His father was overjoyed!!! The very next day, he went out and
    purchased the vehicle and had it delivered to the house, wrapped in a
    huge bow and ribbon and with a ten foot card that read, "Thanks for
    being my son!! You're the Greatest !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

    The boy promptly thanked his father and went upstairs and one box at a
    time, loaded all the yellow ping pong balls into the back of the car,
    carefully pouring them in until they filled the car, with the
    exception of the driver's side floorboard. The boy, with a look of mad
    passion jumped into the vehicle and floored it! He drove as fast as he
    could go, while the ping pong balls `perculated' in the back. He soon
    found himself on a high mountain road careening carelessly around
    hairpin turns, when all of a sudden, one of the ping pong balls rolled
    under his feet. Distracted at the thought of losing one of his ping
    pong balls, the boy lost control of the car and went flying over a 600
    foot dropoff!

    The father received a call at work and was told that his son was still
    trapped in the car and had little time left to live. His father raced
    to the boy's side. It was terrible!! The boy was barely breathing .....
    the car, a mangled mess of twisted metal and there were yellow ping
    pong balls all over the hillside.

    His father knelt down and
    whispered in his son's ear, "Son, there is one thing
    that I have to know......"

    "All these years, all those ping pong balls.........what did you want
    with all of those yellow ping pong balls???????"

    "Dad, I thought you would never ask! Well..."

    And then he died.

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    Oh yeah?! well the joke's on you because I found that entertaining! so hah!

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    Yeah, it's pretty old.



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    Isn't the father supposed to die as well, then he'll be able to follow his son to heaven, then when he was about to ask the significance of whatever item the son wished to receive, the son would get reincarnated, then the whole story would go back to day one, repeating the whole cycle again and again?
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    Quote Originally Posted by jamie1990
    Oh yeah?! well the joke's on you because I found that entertaining! so hah!
    It would be if this was a joke. But it's not. Anti-joke lol.

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    I read through all of that for nothing, I feel so abused. T_T
    Reminds me of the yeti joke.

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    maybe he wanted to commit suicide. thats why he put all the ping pong balls in the car so the brake would be trapped and he'd fly over the cliff edge

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    i know this joke!! but i know it as a girl, and asking for green golf balls xD haha

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    Boy, girl... Yellow, green... The fact is that it is about balls.


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    ehehhhh... well, you got me...

 

 
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