For any golfers in MILF
Subject: Fw: Dead Parrot
At dawn the telephone rings, "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."
"WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL??!!"
"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 new Ping Rapture,
with the 460cc titanium head golf club with the Aldila VS Pro
65gram graphite shaft."
SILENCE........... LONG SILENCE.........VERY LONG SILENCE.
"Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you're in deep I love this forum."