Computer or Girlfriend?

My computer is like my girlfriend. There I am -- naive, eager-to-please, pathetically attentive. There SHE sits -- unresponsive, enigmatic and coldly judgmental. I try juicing up our evening with a tentative touch -- bing! A definite response, but that warm glow is not aimed at making me welcome. Instead, she primly reminds me to protect her from "viruses." I hide my indignation as I grit my teeth.

Once I've convinced her that I've made all necessary precautions against infection I get to work. But wait! Some thing's wrong. Are my ham-handed strokes giving her the wrong idea? No. Have I forgotten to back her up in a time of need? No. Does she want something inserted? Absolutely NOT! And before I can make amends, she takes "exception" -- fatally.

Tell me another Joke!

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