::rofl:: ::rofl:: ::rofl::
meh belly a huut from laughing ::rofl:: ::rofl:: ::rofl::
u didnt hear the story yet
did i ever tell you guys that my father was a casket maker?
one day on his way to deliver one of the
coffins when his donkey cart broke down.
Trying not to be late, he put the
coffin on his head and began
heading to his destination which was in palmyra another canje village
Some policemen saw him and
wanted to
make some money off him (bribe),
so they challenged him: "Hey!!!
What are you carrying and where
are you going?!"
my father said, "I do not like where
I was buried, so I am relocating".
The Policemen ran for their lives.