Postby Tony Collins 1073 » November 4th, 2009, 12:03 am
Nice one Dave, here's a couple more.
A beautiful fairy appeared one day to a destitute refugee claimant
outside the London immigration offices.
'My good man,' the fairy said, 'I've been told to grant you three wishes,
since you just arrived in England with your wife and three children.'
The man told the fairy. 'Well, where I come from we don't have good teeth,
so I want new teeth, maybe a lot of gold in them.' The fairy looked at the
man's almost toothless grin and -- PING! -- he had a brand new shining set
of gold teeth in his mouth!
'What else?' asked the fairy, 'two more to go.'
The refugee claimant now got bolder. 'I need a big house with a three car
garage in Knightsbridge with eight bedrooms for my family and the rest of my refugee
relatives who still live in my country. I want to bring them all over
here..
' PING! - In the distance there could be seen a beautiful mansion with a
three car garage, a long driveway, a walkout patio with a BBQ and swimming pool in an upmarket
neighbourhood.
'One more wish', said the fairy, waving her wand. 'Yes, one more wish.
I want to be like an Englishman with English clothes instead of
manjams, and a baseball cap instead of this turban.
And I want to have white skin like an Englishman
'PING! - The man was transformed, wearing worn out jeans, a Chelsea T-shirt
and baseball cap. He had his bad teeth back and the mansion had
disappeared from the horizon.
'What happened to my new teeth?' he wailed. 'Where is my new house?'
The fairy said 'Tough luck, Now that you are English, you have to
fend for yourself.'
And she disappeared!
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The Gunfighter
Sitting in a saloon one Saturday night, an up and coming gunfighter
recognized an elderly man standing at the bar who, in his day had the
reputation of being the fastest gun in the West.
The young cowboy took a place next to the old-timer, bought him a drink
and told him the story of his great ambition. 'Do you think you could give
me some tips?' he asked.
The old man looked him up and down and said, 'Well, for one thing, you're
wearing your gun too high. Tie the holster a little lower down on your leg.'
'Will that make me a better gunfighter?' asked the young man.
'Sure will,' replied the old-timer.
The young man did as he was told, stood up, whipped out his 44 and shot
the bow tie off the piano player.
'That's terrific!' said the hot shot. 'Got any more tips for me?'
'Yep,' said the old man. 'Cut a notch out of your holster where the hammer
hits it. That'll give you a smoother draw.'
'Will that make me a better gunfighter?' asked the younger man.
'You bet it will,' said the old-timer.
The young man took out his knife, cut the notch, stood up, drew his gun in
a blur, and then shot a cufflink off the piano player.
'Wow!' exclaimed the cowboy, 'I'm learnin' somethin' here. Got any more
tips?'
The old man pointed to a large can in a corner of the saloon. 'See that
axle grease in the can over there? Coat your gun with it.'
The young man went over to the can and smeared some of the grease on the
barrel of his gun.
'No,' said the old-timer, 'I mean smear it all over the gun, handle and
all.'
'Will that make me a better gunfighter?' asked the young man.
'No,' said the old-timer, 'but when Wyatt Earp gets done playing the
piano, he's gonna shove that gun where the sun don't shine ....and it won't hurt as
much.'