A man entered a redneck American town on his trip through the States and he asked the bartender for a job.
"Whoa, son, you're asking me for a job? We don't hire pussy-ass wimps like you so hit the road!"
The man said "I'm no wimp, I need a job and I'll do anything to get one..."
"Alright", the bartender said, "It so happens we do have a test for this kind of thing. First of all you have to bottom a whole glass of our home made malt whiskey. Now I must warn you, our brew has gotten the better of the most experienced drinkers, some were out cold for days.... After that you've got to go kill a bear and finally you gotta please one of our women here, and I can tell ya, that ain't easy OR pretty... Waddaya say?"
"I'll do it!", said the man confidently, "Where's that wiskey?"
They give him the drink and he clears it in one gulp. It's unlike anything he's ever tasted, it almost takes his head off!
Then, they shove a rifle into his hands and direct him towards the nearest forest. The man disappears into the dense wood, staggering to and fro, clutching the old and rusty rifle.
One hour passes. Then another. Then another...
Eventually 24 hours pass...
And then 48...
Just when the bartender thinks he's a gonner, the man staggers in, cuts all over his body, drenched in blood, clothes torn, rifle still firmly within his grasp.
Still drunk as fuck he shouts to the bartender:
"Now where's that woman I'm supposed to shoot?"
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-Name?
-Abdul Dalah Sarafi.
-Sex?
-Four times a week.
-No, no, no... male or female?
-Male, female... sometimes camel.
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The Pope arrives in heaven, where St. Peter awaites him. St. Peter asks the Pope who he is.
The Pope: I am the pope.
St. Peter: Who? There's no such name in my book.
The Pope: I'm the representative of God on Earth.
St.Peter: Does God have a representative? He didn't tell me...
The Pope: But I am the leader of the Catholic Church...
St. Peter: The Catholic church...Never heard of it... Wait, I'll Check with he boss.
St. Peter walks away through Heaven's Gate to talk with God.
St. Peter: There's a dude standing outside who claims he's your representative on earth.
God: I don't have a representative on earth, not that I know of... Wait, I'll ask Jesus.
(yells for Jesus)
Jesus: Yes father, what's up?
God and St. Peter explain the situation.
Jesus: Wait, I'll go outside and have a little chat with that fellow.
Ten minutes pass and Jesus reenters the room laughing out loud.
After a few minutes St. Peter asks Jesus why he's laughing.
Jesus: Remember that fishing club I've started some 2000 years ago? It still exists!
"Whoa, son, you're asking me for a job? We don't hire pussy-ass wimps like you so hit the road!"
The man said "I'm no wimp, I need a job and I'll do anything to get one..."
"Alright", the bartender said, "It so happens we do have a test for this kind of thing. First of all you have to bottom a whole glass of our home made malt whiskey. Now I must warn you, our brew has gotten the better of the most experienced drinkers, some were out cold for days.... After that you've got to go kill a bear and finally you gotta please one of our women here, and I can tell ya, that ain't easy OR pretty... Waddaya say?"
"I'll do it!", said the man confidently, "Where's that wiskey?"
They give him the drink and he clears it in one gulp. It's unlike anything he's ever tasted, it almost takes his head off!
Then, they shove a rifle into his hands and direct him towards the nearest forest. The man disappears into the dense wood, staggering to and fro, clutching the old and rusty rifle.
One hour passes. Then another. Then another...
Eventually 24 hours pass...
And then 48...
Just when the bartender thinks he's a gonner, the man staggers in, cuts all over his body, drenched in blood, clothes torn, rifle still firmly within his grasp.
Still drunk as fuck he shouts to the bartender:
"Now where's that woman I'm supposed to shoot?"
----------------------
-Name?
-Abdul Dalah Sarafi.
-Sex?
-Four times a week.
-No, no, no... male or female?
-Male, female... sometimes camel.
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The Pope arrives in heaven, where St. Peter awaites him. St. Peter asks the Pope who he is.
The Pope: I am the pope.
St. Peter: Who? There's no such name in my book.
The Pope: I'm the representative of God on Earth.
St.Peter: Does God have a representative? He didn't tell me...
The Pope: But I am the leader of the Catholic Church...
St. Peter: The Catholic church...Never heard of it... Wait, I'll Check with he boss.
St. Peter walks away through Heaven's Gate to talk with God.
St. Peter: There's a dude standing outside who claims he's your representative on earth.
God: I don't have a representative on earth, not that I know of... Wait, I'll ask Jesus.
(yells for Jesus)
Jesus: Yes father, what's up?
God and St. Peter explain the situation.
Jesus: Wait, I'll go outside and have a little chat with that fellow.
Ten minutes pass and Jesus reenters the room laughing out loud.
After a few minutes St. Peter asks Jesus why he's laughing.
Jesus: Remember that fishing club I've started some 2000 years ago? It still exists!
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