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Oleg, Sven and Lars were sitting naked in a sauna. Suddenly there was a beeping sound. Sven pressed his forearm and the beep stopped. The other two
looked at him questioningly. "Dat vas my new pager," he said. "I've got one
of dem microchips under da skin of my arm."
A few seconds later a phone rang. Lars popped his hand open,
lifted it to the side of his head and proceeded to talk into his palm while keeping one
finger in his ear. When he finished he slapped his knee with his hand and explained, "Dat vas my new cell phone. Da microphone is on a microchip under da skin on da palm of my hand and da speaker is right here in dis finger!"
Now, Oleg was feeling a bit behind the times. He decided he had to do something just as impressive. He stepped out of the sauna and went to the bathroom. When he returned, there was a rather long piece of toilet paper trailing from his rear end. Sven and Lars raised their eyebrows and
stared at him. Oleg looked over his shoulder and exclaimed, "Vell, vould you
look at dat. I'm getting a fax."
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looked at him questioningly. "Dat vas my new pager," he said. "I've got one
of dem microchips under da skin of my arm."
A few seconds later a phone rang. Lars popped his hand open,
lifted it to the side of his head and proceeded to talk into his palm while keeping one
finger in his ear. When he finished he slapped his knee with his hand and explained, "Dat vas my new cell phone. Da microphone is on a microchip under da skin on da palm of my hand and da speaker is right here in dis finger!"
Now, Oleg was feeling a bit behind the times. He decided he had to do something just as impressive. He stepped out of the sauna and went to the bathroom. When he returned, there was a rather long piece of toilet paper trailing from his rear end. Sven and Lars raised their eyebrows and
stared at him. Oleg looked over his shoulder and exclaimed, "Vell, vould you
look at dat. I'm getting a fax."
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