BadBoy@TheWheel
DT3's Twinkie
A man has been trying to get into the CIA his entire adult life, has applied several times to no avail. Finally nearing the end of his availability to be hired for a federal job, he applies one last time.
This time he land the opportunity to interview....He is ecstatic, he can barely stand it. He is given an address to a location the interview will be held at, a dress code and a time to attend.
Well our guy shows up with a few minutes to spare, and to his amazement, there are only two other guy's in the waiting room, which is void of any pictures, phones, receptionists or magazines. And there are only three door's to adjoining rooms.
At the precise moment the interviews are scheduled to start, a man comes in to the waiting room, and advises of the process.
"You all have been selected from a large group of applicants, I appreciate your ineterst and as a result of your selections for interviews with the agency, we will ask of you one thing."
"In each of the three adjoining rooms each of you will find two things. One is your wife, duct taped to a chair, the other, a pistol placed on a barstool, your instructions are quite simple, you have to kill your wifves, this indicates your divorce from your former life, and your allegiance to the agency, and the start of your new life"
The three applicants all look at each other in amazement.
The first guy goes into his room....A few minutes later, nothin gis heard and he comes out shaking his head....and leaves.
The second man goes into his room....A few more minutes pass, and he is in there a few minutes more than the previous man...Still he comes out of the room, and leaves.
Our man, goes into his room...After a few seconds the agency man hears repeted blasts, followed by something hitting the groun that sounds of metal, and then followed by five more shots.
He comes out of the romm and says
"Man.....I am sure glad I brought my own clip today....That fucking pistol was loaded with blanks"
This time he land the opportunity to interview....He is ecstatic, he can barely stand it. He is given an address to a location the interview will be held at, a dress code and a time to attend.
Well our guy shows up with a few minutes to spare, and to his amazement, there are only two other guy's in the waiting room, which is void of any pictures, phones, receptionists or magazines. And there are only three door's to adjoining rooms.
At the precise moment the interviews are scheduled to start, a man comes in to the waiting room, and advises of the process.
"You all have been selected from a large group of applicants, I appreciate your ineterst and as a result of your selections for interviews with the agency, we will ask of you one thing."
"In each of the three adjoining rooms each of you will find two things. One is your wife, duct taped to a chair, the other, a pistol placed on a barstool, your instructions are quite simple, you have to kill your wifves, this indicates your divorce from your former life, and your allegiance to the agency, and the start of your new life"
The three applicants all look at each other in amazement.
The first guy goes into his room....A few minutes later, nothin gis heard and he comes out shaking his head....and leaves.
The second man goes into his room....A few more minutes pass, and he is in there a few minutes more than the previous man...Still he comes out of the room, and leaves.
Our man, goes into his room...After a few seconds the agency man hears repeted blasts, followed by something hitting the groun that sounds of metal, and then followed by five more shots.
He comes out of the romm and says
"Man.....I am sure glad I brought my own clip today....That fucking pistol was loaded with blanks"
