Two cars were waiting at a stoplight. The light turned green, but the
man
> didn't notice it. A woman in the car behind him is watching traffic pass
> around them. The woman begins pounding on her steering wheel and yelling
at
> the man to move.
> >
> > The man doesn't move.
> >
> > The woman is going ballistic inside her car, ranting and raving at the
> man, pounding on her steering wheel and dash. The light turns yellow and
> the woman begins to blow the car horn, flips him off, and screams
profanity
> and curses at the man.
> >
> > The man, looks up, sees the yellow light and accelerates through the
> intersection just as the light turns red.
> >
> > The woman is beside herself, screaming in frustration as she misses her
> chance to get through the intersection. As she is still in mid-rant she
> hears a tap on her window and looks up into the barrel of a gun held by a
> very serious looking policeman.
> >
> > The policeman tells her to shut off her car while keeping both hands in
> sight. She complies, speechless at what is happening. After she shuts
off
> the engine, the policeman orders her to exit her car with her hands up.
> > She gets out of the car and he orders her to turn and place her hands on
> her car. She turns, places her hands on the car roof and quickly is
cuffed
> and hustled into the patrol car. She is too bewildered by the chain of
> events to ask any questions and is driven to the police station where she
is
> fingerprinted, photographed, searched, booked and placed in a cell.
> >
> > After a couple of hours, a policeman approaches the cell and opens the
> door for her. She is escorted back to the booking desk where the original
> officer is waiting with her personal effects.
> >
> > He hands her the bag containing her things, and says, "I'm really sorry
> for this mistake. But you see, I pulled up behind your car while you were
> blowing your horn, flipping the guy off in front of you, and cussing a
blue
> streak at him. Then I noticed the: "Christ is the Way" license plate
> holder, the "What Would Jesus Do" decal in the back window, the "Follow Me
> to Sunday School" bumper sticker, and the chrome plated Christian fish
> emblem on the trunk.
> >
> > So, naturally . . . . . . . . I assumed you had stolen the car"
> >
:mrgreen: , cute. try this
The True Meanings of Asian Names
Wa Shing Kah------- Cleaning an automobile
Wai So Dim--------- Are you trying to save electricity?
Wai U Shao Ting---- There is no reason to raise your voice
Ai Bang Mai Ne----- I bumped into the coffee table
Chin Tu Fat-------- You need a face lift
Dung On Mai Shu---- I stepped in shaZam!
Dum Gai------------ A stupid person
Gun Pao Der-------- An ancient Chinese invention
Hu Flung Dung------ Which one of you fertilized the field?
Hu Yu Hai Ding----- Are you are harboring a fugutive?
Jan Ne Ka Sun------ A former late night talk show host
Kum Hia------------ Approach me
Lao Ze Sho----- --- Gilligan's Island
Lao Zi------------- Not very good
Lin Ching---------- An illegal execution
Shai Gai----------- A bashful person
Tai Ne Bae Be------ A premature infant
Tai Ne Po Ne------- A small horse
Ten Ding Ba-------- Serving drinks to people
U Mai Te Tan------- Your vacation agrees with you
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o
:dunno: But why? :dunno:
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Conversation between Room Service and guest in Asian Hotel. Read Aloud for maximum entertainment
Room Service: Morny. Ruin sorbees.
Guest: Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service.
RS: Rye . . . Ruin sorbees . . . morny! Djewish to odor sunteen??
G: Uh . . . yes . . . I'd like some bacon and eggs.
RS: Ow July den?
G: What??
RS: Ow July den? . . . pry, boy, pooch?
G : Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please.
RS: Ow July dee bayhcem . . . crease?
G: Crisp will be fine.
RS : Hokay. An San tos?
G: What?
RS: San tos. July San tos?
G: I don't think so.
RS: No? Judo one toes??
G: I feel really bad about this, but I dont know what "judo one toes" means.
RS: Toes! toes! . . . why djew Don Juan toes? Ow bow singlish mopping we bother?
G: English muffin!! I've got it! You were saying "Toast." Fine. Yes, an English muffin will be fine.
RS: We bother?
G: No . . . just put the bother on the side.
RS: Wad?
G: I mean butter . . . just put it on the side.
RS: Copy?
G: Sorry?
RS: Copy . . . tea . . . mill?
G: Yes. Coffee please, and that's all.
RS: One Minnie. Ass ruin torino fee, strangle ache, crease baychem, tossy singlish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy . . . rye??
G: Whatever you say.
RS: Tendjewberrymud.
G : You're welcome
sounds like a typical day in north cuba, errr miami.