Sunday, October 31, 2010

A story based on a joke.

Once upon a time there was a plane. On this plane were three men. On this Boeing 747 Qantas plane at seats 5F-7F (Economy class) was an Irishman named Irishy, a Englishman named Engshy and an American named Americanny. While they were all watching Avatar they heard 'This is you captain speaking, We don't have enough petrol to fly to our destinations. So we may land at a nearby airport I want you to drop an item out of here'.
Irishy dropped out his Leprechaun. Engshy dropped out his surfboard. Americanny dropped out his bomb out, why does he have a bomb on a plane? How did he bring it on board? We will never now that.
When the plane lands they all walk out Into the airport. They see a young girl crying. Engshy asks 'why are you sad?'.
'I was sitting here, eating Ice-cream, when a leprechaun fell on me,' she replied.
Engshy punched her up until she was mince and baked her in a mince pie muttering 'who believes in leprechauns, not I or any Man (women, that is a question)'.
A bit later on they saw a boy crying. Americanny asked him 'what's wrong with y'all.'
'I wa' sittin' her' eatin' ic'-crea', 'till a sur'bard fell on me.'
Americanny gave him the mince pie, he ate it and this gave him a taste for blood. He ate a passing business man. The business man never had a funeral since he was using vista, the email he sent didn't get received since the screen of death came up and blew up the computer.
A bit later on they saw a boy laughing. 'Why are you laughing?' asked Engshy.
'I was sitting here eating ice-cream and I farted and the building behind me blew up.' he replied.

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