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Shupid Guyanese
A Trini guy, a Guyanese man, a beautiful girl and an old woman are
sitting in a train. The train suddenly goes thru a tunnel and .. it
gets completely dark. Suddenly there is a kissing sound and then a
slap! The train comes out of the tunnel. The old woman, beautiful girl
and the Trini guy are sitting there looking perplexed. The Guyanese is
bent over holding his face which is red from an apparent slap.
1. The old woman is thinking : That Guyanese guy must have tried to
kiss that girl and got slapped.
The Guyanese is thinking : "Damn it,that Trini guy must have tried to
kiss the beautiful girl, she thought it was me and slapped me
instead."
The beautiful girl is thinking : "That Guyanese must have moved to
kiss me,but kissed the old lady instead and got slapped."
The Trini is thinking: "If this train goes through another tunnel, I
could make another kissing sound and slap that Guyanese again
mammoo wrote:Shupid Guyanese
A Trini guy, a Guyanese man, a beautiful girl and an old woman are
sitting in a train. The train suddenly goes thru a tunnel and .. it
gets completely dark. Suddenly there is a kissing sound and then a
slap! The train comes out of the tunnel. The old woman, beautiful girl
and the Trini guy are sitting there looking perplexed. The Guyanese is
bent over holding his face which is red from an apparent slap.
1. The old woman is thinking : That Guyanese guy must have tried to
kiss that girl and got slapped.
The Guyanese is thinking : "Damn it,that Trini guy must have tried to
kiss the beautiful girl, she thought it was me and slapped me
instead."
The beautiful girl is thinking : "That Guyanese must have moved to
kiss me,but kissed the old lady instead and got slapped."
The Trini is thinking: "If this train goes through another tunnel, I
could make another kissing sound and slap that Guyanese again
bluesteel29 wrote:daz ah fawlkin novel u write dey orrr
zcarz wrote:Read carefully to understand:
A few years ago, a little boy finished his first second year of primary school. It had been a very tough transition from pre-school to kindergarten, but he had worked very hard at learning to read and he made a lot of friends. His dad said, "Son, you did a great job this year, and as a reward, I will get you a present. What would you like?"
"I want one pink ping pong ball," said the boy. His dad thought that was strange and asked why. The son said, "Don't worry, I'll tell you when I graduate from secondary school."
The next year, he finished Standard 1 and once again his dad was very proud of him. He was doing really well in math and spelling, and he had lots of friends. "Son," said his dad, "You had a great year. What would you like for a present?"
"I want five pink ping pong balls," said his son. "What are you going to do with all these pink ping pong balls?" asked his dad. "I'll tell you when I graduate," said the son.
A few more years passed, and soon the son finished Standard 5. He passed for his first choice and he had started playing football. His dad said, "Son, I'm so proud of you, and I'm going to get you a present. What would you like?" The son said, "I want 25 pink ping pong balls." His dad said, "Son, I'd really like to know what you are doing with all of these ping pong balls." The son said, "Dad, I'll tell you when I graduate."
A few years later, the son finished Form 4. It was another tough transition into O levels, but he had kept his grades up and he was still playing football. His dad said, "Son, you did a great job this year. What would you like for a present?" The son said, " I want 100 pink ping pong balls." "Son," said the dad, exasperated, "what are you doing with all of these ping pong balls?" "I'll tell you when I graduate," he replied.
Form 5 was another good year. The son did well in all of his subjects and even helped out in charities. His dad was really proud of him, and offered once again to get him a present. "I want 500 pink ping pong balls," said the son. "Son, please tell me what you are doing with all of these ping pong balls," said his dad. "I'll tell you when I graduate out of Form 6," said his son.
Lower 6: going to high school was tough, but still good. He ran for student council President and won. He also made the national U-17 football team. His dad was so proud of him. "Son, you are amazing! I will get you a big present this year. What do you want?" "I want a warehouse full of pink ping pong balls," said his son. "Tell me what you're doing with all of these pink ping pong balls!" demanded his father. "I'll tell you when I graduate," said his son. His father was reluctant but he obliged his son.
Upper 6 was perfect. He was the valedictorian, captain of every sports team in the school in, a member of every club, he got all distinctions in 12 units at CAPE and got into every university he applied to, including Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Oxford, and Imperial. He was also extremely sexy and had a flaccid penile length of 8.5 inches. "Son," said his dad, "You are the greatest person on the face of the earth. It is a privilege to be your father. I will give you anything you want. Money, cars, a house-- anything you want, you name it, it's yours. I am so proud of you." "Dad, I want a tanker full of pink ping pong balls," said his son. "Son, you're going to university now. Please tell me what you're doing with all of these ping pong balls." "I'll tell you tomorrow night after graduation," said his son.
The next day, the son was driving to graduation and was involved in a horrible car accident. He was rushed to the Eric Williams Medical Sciences Complex where he was listed in very critical condition. His dad went over to his bed and told him he loved him and how proud he was. Then he asked the question that had been plaguing him for so many years: "Son," he said, "I have to know. What are you doing with all of those pink ping pong balls?" He requested some water from the nurse. She came back, placed it on the bedside table and left. The son, after much deliberation took a sip of water, opened his mouth to answer him, choked and died.
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