deponti (deponti) wrote,

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Death of a Parrot...

"Hello, Senor Rod? This is Ernesto, the
caretaker at your country house."
"Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?"
"Um, I am just calling to advise you, Senor Rod, that your parrot, he is dead".
"My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International competition?"
"Si, Senor, 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, Senor Rod."
"Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?"
"Nobody, Senor. He ate the meat of the dead horse."
"Dead horse? What dead horse?"
"The thoroughbred, Senor Rod."
"My prize thoroughbred is dead?"
"Yes, Senor 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, Senor."
"Good Lord! What fire are you talking about, man?"
"The one at your house, Senor! 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, Senor Rod."
"But there's electricity at the house! What was the
candle for?"
"For the funeral, Senor Rod."
"Your wife's, Senor Rod. She showed up very late one night and I
thought she was a thief, so I hit her with your golf club."
"My new Ping G15 204g titanium head golf club with the TFC 149D graphite shaft? Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you're in deep shit!"
Tags: forward, game, humour, internet, joke

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