Each Friday night after work, Santa Singh would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a tandoori chicken and some meat kebabs. But, all of his neighbours were strict Catholics and since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating chicken and meat on a Friday.
The delicious aroma from the grilled meats was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their Priest.
The Priest came to visit Santa, and suggested that he become a Catholic. After several classes and much study, Santa attended Mass and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, “You were born a Sikh, and raised a Sikh, but now, you are a Catholic."
Santa’s neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived.
The wonderful aroma of tandoori chicken and meat kebabs filled the neighborhood. The Priest was called immediately by the neighbors and, as he rushed into Santa's backyard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement.
There stood Santa, holding a small bottle of holy water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meats and chanted: "Oye, you waz born a chicken, and you waz born a lamb, you waz raised a chicken, and you waz raised a lamb but now yaar(dear), you are a potato and tomato"!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Material Damage
A yuppie was opening the door of his BMW when a car came along and hit the door, ripping it off completely. When the police arrived at the scene, the yuppie complained bitterly about the damage to his car.
"Officer, look what they've done to my Beemer!"
"You yuppies are so materialistic, it's ridiculous" retorted the officer. "You're so worried about your stupid BMW, you didn't even notice that your left arm was ripped off."
"Oh, my God!" screamed the yuppie, noticing the bloody stump where his arm used to be. "My Rolex!"
"Officer, look what they've done to my Beemer!"
"You yuppies are so materialistic, it's ridiculous" retorted the officer. "You're so worried about your stupid BMW, you didn't even notice that your left arm was ripped off."
"Oh, my God!" screamed the yuppie, noticing the bloody stump where his arm used to be. "My Rolex!"
Friday, June 12, 2009
Sick Leave
I urgently needed a few days off work, but I knew the Boss would not Allow ! me to ta ke leave. I thought that maybe if I acted 'CRAZY' then He would tell me to take a few days off.
So I hung upside down on the ceiling and made funny noises. My colleague asked me what I was doing. I told him that I was pretending to be a light bulb so that the Boss would think I was 'CRAZY' and give me a few days off.
A few minutes later the Boss came into the office and asked 'What Are You doing?'
I told him I was a light bulb.
He said, 'You are clearly stressed out. Go home and recuperate for A Couple of days.'
I jumped down and walked out of the office.
When my colleague followed me, the Boss asked him '...and where do you think you're going?'
He said, 'I'm going home too, I can't work in the dark.'
So I hung upside down on the ceiling and made funny noises. My colleague asked me what I was doing. I told him that I was pretending to be a light bulb so that the Boss would think I was 'CRAZY' and give me a few days off.
A few minutes later the Boss came into the office and asked 'What Are You doing?'
I told him I was a light bulb.
He said, 'You are clearly stressed out. Go home and recuperate for A Couple of days.'
I jumped down and walked out of the office.
When my colleague followed me, the Boss asked him '...and where do you think you're going?'
He said, 'I'm going home too, I can't work in the dark.'
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