How To Break A Bad News!

 

At dawn the telephone rings.  "Hello, Master Carlos?
This is Arnaldo
your country house  caretaker"

"Ah yes, Mr.  Arnaldo. What can I do for you? Is
there a problem?"

"Um, I am just calling to  advise you, sir, that
your parrot died"

"My parrot? Dead? The one  that won the
competition?"

"That's the one."


"Darn! That's such  a pity! I spent a small fortune
on that bird.
Oh well, how did he die?"

"From eating rotten  meat."

"Rotten meat? Who gave him rotten meat?"

"Nobody. He ate the meat  of one of the dead
horses."

"Dead horse? What dead  horse Mr. Arnaldo?"

"Why, those pure  breed ones that you had, sir. They
died
from all that work pulling the  water cart."

"Are you  insane? What water cart?"

"The one we used to  put out the fire."

"Good Lord!  What fire are you talking about, man?"

"The one at  your house! A candle fell and then the
curtain caught on  fire."

"What  the, !!!  But there's electricity at the
house!!!!
What  was the candle for???"

"For the funeral."

"WHAT BLOODY  FUNERAL???!!!!!"

"Your mother's!    She showed up  one night out of
the blue  and I
thought she was a thief, so I shot  her."

Very good . . .excellent dillivery . . .

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buhahaha
                                                     
                                                                   
                                                                               that was hilarious and off the hook,
a colleague caugt me off guard laffn and asked, heyy clem sure ure ok?
and i said ohhh yeahh i am