The Great Fumar
08-24-2009, 12:09 PM
> Subject: Your parrot is dead...
>
>
> Subject: Fw: Your parrot
> is dead...
> At dawn the telephone
> rings,
>
> "Hello, Seņor Rod? This is Ernesto, the
> caretaker at your country house."
>
> "Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? I s
> there a problem?"
>
> "Um, I am just calling to advise you, Seņor
> Rod, that your parrot, he is dead"
>
> "My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International
> competition?"
>
> "Si, Seņor, that's the one."
>
> "Damn!
>
> That's a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird.
> What did he die from?"
>
> "From eating the rotten meat, Seņor Rod."
>
> "Rotten meat? Who the hell fed
> him rotten meat?"
>
> "Nobody, Seņor. He ate the meat of the dead
> horse."
>
> "Dead horse? What dead horse?"
>
> "The thoroughbred, Seņor Rod."
>
> "My prize thoroughbred is dead?"
>
> "Yes Seņor Rod, he died from all that work pulling
> the water cart."
>
> "Are you insane?? What water cart?"
>
> "The one we used to put out the fire, Seņor."
>
> "Good Lord!! What fire are you talking about,
> man??"
>
> "The one at your house, Seņor! A candle fell
> and the curtains caught on fire."
>
> "What the hell?? Are you saying that my mansion
> is destroyed because of a candle?? !!"
>
> "Yes, Seņor Rod.."
>
> "But there's electricity at the house!! What
> was the candle for?"
>
> "For the funeral, Seņor Rod."
>
> "WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL??!!"
>
> "Your wife's, Seņor Rod", she showed
> up very late one night and I thought she was a thief, so I
> hit her with your new tailor made Super Quad
> 460 golf club."
>
> SILENCE . . . . . . .. . .LONG SILENCE . . . . . ..
>
> "Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you're in deep
> SH--T.....
:swear:
>
>
> FUMAR
>
>
> Subject: Fw: Your parrot
> is dead...
> At dawn the telephone
> rings,
>
> "Hello, Seņor Rod? This is Ernesto, the
> caretaker at your country house."
>
> "Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? I s
> there a problem?"
>
> "Um, I am just calling to advise you, Seņor
> Rod, that your parrot, he is dead"
>
> "My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International
> competition?"
>
> "Si, Seņor, that's the one."
>
> "Damn!
>
> That's a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird.
> What did he die from?"
>
> "From eating the rotten meat, Seņor Rod."
>
> "Rotten meat? Who the hell fed
> him rotten meat?"
>
> "Nobody, Seņor. He ate the meat of the dead
> horse."
>
> "Dead horse? What dead horse?"
>
> "The thoroughbred, Seņor Rod."
>
> "My prize thoroughbred is dead?"
>
> "Yes Seņor Rod, he died from all that work pulling
> the water cart."
>
> "Are you insane?? What water cart?"
>
> "The one we used to put out the fire, Seņor."
>
> "Good Lord!! What fire are you talking about,
> man??"
>
> "The one at your house, Seņor! A candle fell
> and the curtains caught on fire."
>
> "What the hell?? Are you saying that my mansion
> is destroyed because of a candle?? !!"
>
> "Yes, Seņor Rod.."
>
> "But there's electricity at the house!! What
> was the candle for?"
>
> "For the funeral, Seņor Rod."
>
> "WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL??!!"
>
> "Your wife's, Seņor Rod", she showed
> up very late one night and I thought she was a thief, so I
> hit her with your new tailor made Super Quad
> 460 golf club."
>
> SILENCE . . . . . . .. . .LONG SILENCE . . . . . ..
>
> "Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you're in deep
> SH--T.....
:swear:
>
>
> FUMAR