>EvMick, hauling a load of computers stops for a beer. As he approaches
>the bar he sees a big sign on the door saying "NERDS NOT ALLOWED ENTER AT
>YOUR OWN RISK".
>Mickey goes in and sits down. The bartender comes over to him, sniffs, and
says
>he smells kind of nerdy, then asks him what he does for a living. Everett
>says he drives a truck and the smell is just from the computers he is
>hauling. The bartender says OK, truck drivers aren't nerds, and serves him a
>beer.
>As he is sipping his beer, spike Jones walks in white tape around his
>glasses, a pocket protector with 12 kinds of pens and pencils in it and a
>belt at least a foot too long. {Every belt ever made is at least a foot too
>long for spike.} The bartender, without saying a word, pulls
>out a shotgun and blows spike away. {8-[
>EvMick, in total shock, asks him why he did that. The bartender
>said not to worry, the nerds are overpopulating the Silicon Valley and are
in
>season now, you don't even need a license.
>EvMick finishes his beer, gets back in his rig and back on the
>freeway. Suddenly he veers to avoid an accident and the computers spill out
>all over the freeway. He jumps out and sees a crowd already forming,
grabbing
>up the computers. They are all engineers, accountants, and programmers
>wearing the nerdiest clothes he has ever seen.
>Wanting to protect his cargo and remembering the bar incident, EvMick pulls
out
>his gun and starts blasting away.
>A highway patrol officer comes zooming up and jumps out of the car screaming
>at him to stop.
>Everett asks, "What's wrong? I thought nerds were in season."
>"Well sure," said the patrolman, "...but you aren't allowed to use bait."
{8^D couldnt resist. spike
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