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| Posted by Galactic Girl on 14-Aug-2005 | Why Santa Can't ExistThere are approximately two billion children (persons under 18)
in the world. However, since Santa does not visit children of
Muslim, Hindu, Jewish or Buddhist (except maybe in Japan)
religions, this reduces the workload for Christmas night to 15%
of the total, or 378 million(according to the Population
Reference Bureau). At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children
per household, that comes to 108 million homes, presuming that
there is at least one good child in each. Santa has about 31
hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time
zones and the rotation of the earth,assuming he travels east to
west (which seems logical). This works out to 967.7 visits per
second. This is to say that for each Christian household with a
good child, Santa has around 1/1000th of a second to park the
sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings,
distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever
snacks have been left for him, get back up the chimney, jump
into the sleigh and get on to the next house. Assuming that each
of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed around the
earth (which, of course, we know to be false, but will accept
for the purposes of our calculations), we are now talking about
0.78 miles per household; a total trip of 75.5 million miles,
not counting bathroom stops or breaks. This means Santa's sleigh
is moving at 650 miles per second--3,000 times the speed of
sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle,
the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second,
and a conventional reindeer can run (at best) 15 miles per hour.
The payload of the sleigh adds another interesting element.
Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium sized
Lego set (two pounds), the sleigh is carrying over 500 thousand
tons, not counting Santa himself. On land, a conventional
reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that
the flying reindeer could pull ten times the normal amount, the
job can't be done with eight or even nine of them-Santa would
need 360,000 of them. This increases the payload, not counting
the weight of the sleigh, another 54,000 tons, or roughly seven
times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth (the ship, not the
monarch). 600,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates
enormous air resistance-this would heat up the reindeer in the
same fashion as a spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere.
The lead pair of reindeer would absorb 14.3 quintillion joules
of energy per second each. In short, they would burst into
flames almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them
and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire
reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a
second, or right about the time Santa reached the fifth house on
his trip. Not that it matters, however, since Santa, as a result
of accelerating from a dead stop to 650 m.p.s. in .001 seconds,
would be subjected to acceleration forces of 17,500 g's. A 250
pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to
the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force, instantly
crushing his bones and organs and reducing him to a quivering
blob of pink goo. Therefore, if Santa did exist, he's dead now.
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| Posted by immoonglorious on 14-Aug-2005 | HALLMARK CARDS THINGS YOU WON'T SEE ON HALLMARK CARDS
OUTSIDE: As the days go by, I think of how lucky I am
INSIDE: that you're not here to ruin it for me.
OUTSIDE: If I get only one thing for Christmas,
INSIDE: I hope it's your sister.
OUTSIDE: I've always wanted to have someone to hold,someone
to love.
INSIDE: After having met you, I've changed my mind.
OUTSIDE: I must admit, you brought Religion in my life.
INSIDE: I never believed in Hell 'till I met you.
OUTSIDE: Looking back over the years that we've been
together, I can't help but wonder:
INSIDE: What the f___k was I thinking?
OUTSIDE: I always wanted to be rich, powerful, and well
respected.
INSIDE: And while I'm dreaming, I wish you weren't so damn ugly.
OUTSIDE: Sex with you is like using drugs:
INSIDE: Lots of people do it, but nobody's stupid enough to
admit it.
OUTSIDE: When we were together, you always said you'd die for
me.
INSIDE: Now that we've broken up, I think it's time you kept
your promise.
OUTSIDE: The holidays are a great time to be with family.
INSIDE: Of course, your family won't be with you, since I'm
taking the
kids and moving in with my sister, you cheating
bastard!
OUTSIDE: I'm so miserable without you,
INSIDE: it's almost like you're here.
OUTSIDE: If you ever need a friend...
INSIDE: buy a dog.
OUTSIDE: Congratulations on your new bundle of joy.
INSIDE: Did you ever find out who the father was?
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| Posted by Becky Holland on 14-Aug-2005 | Santa's VisitIt's Christmas Eve, and Santa arrives in the ghetto. He jumps down the
chimney and is met by a small child who is caught by surprise.
Santa bellows out a hearty "Ho, Ho, Ho!" before opening his pack.
Hearing Santa's words, the little boy runs through the living room and
hollers, "Mom, it's for you!".
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| Posted by T E. S on 14-Aug-2005 | Rain or Snow?A Russian couple were walking down the street in Moscow one night, when
the man felt a drop hit his nose. "I think it's raining," he said to his
wife. "No, that felt more like snow to me," she replied. "No, I'm sure it
was just rain," he said. Well, as these things go, they were about to have
a major argument about whether it was raining or snowing when they saw a
communist party official walking toward them.
"Let's not argue about it," the man said, "Let's ask Comrade Rudolph
whether it's officially raining or snowing." As the official approached,
the man said, "Tell us, Comrade Rudolph, is it officially raining or
snowing?"
"It's raining, of course," he replied, and walked on. But the woman
insisted: "I know that felt like snow!" To which the man quietly replied:
"Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear."
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| Posted by Tevin mcguire on 14-Aug-2005 | The WORST thing that could happen everTHIS IS A TRUE STORY:
It was spring vacation and my friend wasn't going anywhere. her
mom felt really bad for her so she took her to a spa. she didn't
like that so they dicited to go home early. her mom still felt
sortove bad so she acted like she made a wrong tern and she went
to the beach. what my friend didn't know was that her mom was a
real partier so she was left out in everything! there was this
concert the next day and her mom literly went on the stage and
brung my friend up there. her mom went off the stage and
everybody started to screem my frends name. she got so excited
that she through off her shirt
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| Posted by Lalalak on 14-Aug-2005 | Fruitcake RecipeIf you find yourself stressed about all of the Thanksgiving cooking and
company, try this sure-fire recipe. I've never liked fruitcake, but this
recipe has made me change my mind. I discovered after trying this recipe
that there isn't anything better on Friday nights after work than a HUGE
slice of this great recipe:
First, you'll need the following: a cup of water, a cup of sugar, four
large brown eggs, two cups of dried fruit, a teaspoon of salt, a cup of
brown sugar, lemon juice, nuts, and a bottle of whiskey.
Sample the whiskey to check for quality. Take a large bowl. Check the
whiskey again. To be sure it's the highest quality, our one level cup and
drink. Repeat. Turn on the electric mixer, beat one cup of butter in a
large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar and beat again. Make sure the
whiskey is still okay. Cry another tup. Turn off the mixer. Beat two eggs
and add to the bowl and chuck in the chuck in the cup of dried fruit. Mix
on the tuner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers, pry it loose
with a drewscriver. Sample the whiskey to check for tonsisticity. Now sift
lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Spoon. Of sugar or
something. Whatever you can find. Now, grease the oven. Turn the cake tin
to 350 degrees. Don't forget to beat off the tuner. Throw the bowl out the
window. Check the whiskey again and go to bed.
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