ONE.....
A Catholic Priest was about to leave his Mission in the jungles where he has spent years teaching the natives when he realizes that the one thing he never taught them was how to speak English, so he takes the chief for a walk in the forest.
He points to a tree and says to the chief, "This is a tree."
The chief looks at the tree and grunts, "Tree."
The Priest was pleased with the response.
They walk a little farther and he points to a rock and says, "This is a rock."
Hearing this, the chief looks and grunts, "Rock."
The Priest was really getting enthusiastic about the results when he hears a rustling in the bushes.
As he peeks over the top, he sees a couple of natives in the midst of heavy activity.
The Priest is really flustered and quickly responds,"Riding a bike."
The chief looks at the couple briefly, pulls out his blowgun and kills them both, stone-dead.
The Priest goes ballistic and yells at the chief that he has spent years teaching the tribe how to be civilized and kind to each other, so how could he kill these people in cold blood that way?
The chief replied, "My bike."
TWO.......
There was this African Kings son who was studying management in
Harvard Business School, whilst he was there his father died and he was called back to his village in Africa to take over as ruler of the kingdom, now as he was packing he thought he should take back something of luxury which he would not get back home in Africa, so after pondering over this for a while he decides to take back his waterbed, as he feels he may not be able to sleep back on the floor in Africa.
Ok so here is our new King back in his village with this huge waterbed which he places in his hut which by the way is also his throne room. Now the bed is so big that it takes up nearly all space in the hut, so our champion decides to remove the stone throne out of the room to make place for the water bed. Oh man, do you think the local witch doctor would have any of that ... no way hosey !!! ...... he told the new King put the throne back or you will be cursed and die, so sadly our friend brings
back the throne into the hut and after a lot of thought decides to make a pulley system by which he can pull up either the water bed or the throne up to the ceiling of the hut whilst he uses the other, now imagine the heavy water bed or the heavy stone throne being held up by ordinary rope... so one day, as expected, the rope holding the throne breaks and it crashes onto our hero who is sleeping on the water bed having a wet dream about the worlds best story teller..... and he dies with the impact of the throne on his fat head..... whats the moral of this story ?????
"PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN GRASS HOUSES SHOULD NOT STOW THRONES "
A Catholic Priest was about to leave his Mission in the jungles where he has spent years teaching the natives when he realizes that the one thing he never taught them was how to speak English, so he takes the chief for a walk in the forest.
He points to a tree and says to the chief, "This is a tree."
The chief looks at the tree and grunts, "Tree."
The Priest was pleased with the response.
They walk a little farther and he points to a rock and says, "This is a rock."
Hearing this, the chief looks and grunts, "Rock."
The Priest was really getting enthusiastic about the results when he hears a rustling in the bushes.
As he peeks over the top, he sees a couple of natives in the midst of heavy activity.
The Priest is really flustered and quickly responds,"Riding a bike."
The chief looks at the couple briefly, pulls out his blowgun and kills them both, stone-dead.
The Priest goes ballistic and yells at the chief that he has spent years teaching the tribe how to be civilized and kind to each other, so how could he kill these people in cold blood that way?
The chief replied, "My bike."
TWO.......
There was this African Kings son who was studying management in
Harvard Business School, whilst he was there his father died and he was called back to his village in Africa to take over as ruler of the kingdom, now as he was packing he thought he should take back something of luxury which he would not get back home in Africa, so after pondering over this for a while he decides to take back his waterbed, as he feels he may not be able to sleep back on the floor in Africa.
Ok so here is our new King back in his village with this huge waterbed which he places in his hut which by the way is also his throne room. Now the bed is so big that it takes up nearly all space in the hut, so our champion decides to remove the stone throne out of the room to make place for the water bed. Oh man, do you think the local witch doctor would have any of that ... no way hosey !!! ...... he told the new King put the throne back or you will be cursed and die, so sadly our friend brings
back the throne into the hut and after a lot of thought decides to make a pulley system by which he can pull up either the water bed or the throne up to the ceiling of the hut whilst he uses the other, now imagine the heavy water bed or the heavy stone throne being held up by ordinary rope... so one day, as expected, the rope holding the throne breaks and it crashes onto our hero who is sleeping on the water bed having a wet dream about the worlds best story teller..... and he dies with the impact of the throne on his fat head..... whats the moral of this story ?????
"PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN GRASS HOUSES SHOULD NOT STOW THRONES "
