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."

good joke.

Very good . . .excellent dillivery . . .

Slowly down the path of truth.nice

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~LOL this caretaker fit be PR ooh!!

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