Any one up for a joke?
Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2005 5:20 pm
The S.A.S. had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks,
interviews, and testing was done, there were three finalists...
two men and a woman. For the final test, the boss took one of the men to a
large metal door and handed him a gun.
“We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what.
There’s your wife sitting on a chair. Kill her!”.
The man said, “You can’t be serious. I could never shoot my wife.”
The SAS boss said, “Then you’re not the right man for the job.”
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went
into the room. All was quiet for five minutes. Then the man came out with
tears in his eyes. “I tried, but I can’t kill my wife”.
The SAS boss said, “You don’t have what it takes. Take your wife and go
home.”
Finally it was the woman’s turn. She was given the same instruction to kill
her husband. She took the gun and went into the room.
Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing,
banging on the walls.
After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door slowly opened and there stood
the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow, and said “This gun is loaded
with blanks. I had to beat the ba$tard to death with a chair.”
interviews, and testing was done, there were three finalists...
two men and a woman. For the final test, the boss took one of the men to a
large metal door and handed him a gun.
“We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what.
There’s your wife sitting on a chair. Kill her!”.
The man said, “You can’t be serious. I could never shoot my wife.”
The SAS boss said, “Then you’re not the right man for the job.”
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went
into the room. All was quiet for five minutes. Then the man came out with
tears in his eyes. “I tried, but I can’t kill my wife”.
The SAS boss said, “You don’t have what it takes. Take your wife and go
home.”
Finally it was the woman’s turn. She was given the same instruction to kill
her husband. She took the gun and went into the room.
Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing,
banging on the walls.
After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door slowly opened and there stood
the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow, and said “This gun is loaded
with blanks. I had to beat the ba$tard to death with a chair.”