Ardelenii se hotarasc sa declare razboi Chinei. La un moment dat unul dintre ei ii atentioneaza pe ceilalti:
- Ba, da’-s milioane!
- Da’ chiar, ba, unde-i ingropam?
Intr - o dimineata de iarna, sotul si sotia ascultau la radio in timpul micului dejun.
“Astazi o sa fie 8-10 cm de zapada. Va rugam sa parcati masinile pe partea de strada cu casele numerotate cu numere pare, pentru ca sa se poata trece cu plugurile de zapada”
Sotia se duce repede si muta masina.
O saptamana mai tarziu, dimineata, mic dejun, radio:
“Astazi o sa fie 10-12cm de zapada. Va rugam sa parcati masinile pe partea de strada cu casele numerotate cu numere impare, pentru ca sa se poata trece cu plugurile de zapada”
Sotia iar se duce si muta masina pe partea respectiva.
O saptamana mai tarziu:
“Astazi o sa fie 12-14cm de zapada. Va rugam sa parcati…”—- Si se intrerupe curentul.
Sotia suparata si ingrijorata intreaba:
“Dragul meu, nu stiu ce sa fac. Pe ce parte a strazii trebuie sa parchez masina?”
Sotul cu o voce calda si intelegatoare, cum o au toti barbatii ce sunt insurati cu blonde, spune:
“De ce nu lasi masina in garaj de data asta?”
Un om avea un papagal care injura. Intr-o zi, exasperat, omul il inchide in camara. Nimic, numai porcarii ii ieseau pe gura papagalului. Il inchide in sifonier. Si mai rau. Il inchide in congelator. Dupa un minut tace. Deschide omul usa congeletorului.
Papagalul zice: “Va rog sa acceptati scuzele mele pentru neplacerile provocate, va asigur insa ca nu se vor mai repeta” Omul sa cada pe spate, nu-i venea sa creada. Tot papagalul: “Apropo… doar asa, din curiozitate, gaina cu ce-a gresit?”
Un grup de 40 de pensionari britanici si-a propus sa ia cu asalt topurile muzicale cu propria lor versiune a piesei My Generation, unul dintre hiturile formatiei The
Who, aparut pe primul album al acesteia, in 1965.
Si cateva insemnari din jurnalul unui caine si al unei pisici:
Dog’s Diary:
8:00 a.m. - Food time! My favorite thing!
9:30 a.m. - Car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 a.m. - Walk in park! My favorite thing!
10:30 a.m. - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 p.m. - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 p.m. - Played in yard! My favorite thing!
5:00 p.m. - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 p.m. - Played ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 p.m. - Watched TV with family! My favorite thing!
11:00 p.m. - Sleeping on bed! My favorite thing!
Cat’s Diary
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to haunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for their actions perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped it’s headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies”. I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the captors regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe….for now…
Excellent! hahaha, cred ca oricine are pisica e de acord cu textul asta
Jur ca ma trezesc cateodata si sta si se uita la mine de parca mi-ar scoate ochii in secunda urmatoare
