Once there was an American, French and an Arabian. They made an accident, and they went to the doctor. The Dr. told the American if you put your hand on you head you’ll die, and told the French if you put your hands on your mouth you’ll die, and told the Arabian if you claps you’ll die. So, once it was raining, the American put his hand on his head and died, then the French put his hand on his mouth and said oh the American died. Then he died, then the Arabian claps and said wow I’m alone I’m alone and he dies.
What happens when we’re dead? The irony is that all our questions will be answered after we die. We spend our whole life trying to figure out the truth and the only way we’ll find out what it is, is to get hit by a bus. And the only comfort that religion offers is that God is driving that bus.
All racists who are prepared to die for their contry, please do that now.
once in jungle somebody told a joke everybody laughed.
next day fox saw donkey laughing.
he asked why u laughing.
gadha said
“at the joke”
but it was told yesterday, fox said
gadha replied
“yeha but i didnt get it then”
What happens when we’re dead? The irony is that all our questions will be answered after we die. We spend our whole life trying to figure out the truth and the only way we’ll find out what it is, is to get hit by a bus. And the only comfort that religion offers is that God is driving that bus.
All racists who are prepared to die for their contry, please do that now.
[This message has been edited by secret_obsession (edited April 30, 2002).]
