Blogrolling and a Joke

I made a pass through my statsimagigger and came up with a few additions to the blogrolls.

But one I found on one of them I just had to add, solely because of the name.

And with that, and oldish joke:

The CIA had an opening for an assassin. After all of the background checks, interviews, and testing were done there were three finalists — two men and one woman.

For the final test, the CIA agents 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 the circumstances," the agent said. "Inside this room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. You have to kill her.”

The first man said, “You can’t be serious. I could never shoot my wife."

The agent replied, “Then you’re not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home."

The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the candidate came out with tears in his eyes and said: “I tried, but I can’t kill my wife.”

The agent replied, “You don’t have what it takes. Take your wife and go home.”

Finally, it was the woman’s turn. She was told 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 opened slowly and there stood the woman, spattered with blood.

She wiped the sweat from her brow, handed the gun back to the agent and said: “This goddamn gun was loaded with blanks. I had to beat him to death with the chair.”