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Feb 23

The Malema Suicides nr 1

Posted by thenack in thenack , poepol , julius malema , joke , hypocrite , hope , funny , bunny suicides


We can only hope, but giving his tendency for sleeping around like uncle Zuma, I thought the bunny comparason was rather apt.
Please look at the other suicides here and here

Feb 17

Completely parking mad

Posted by Overthinkingitagain in parking , funny , female


Hubbys is out of town for the month, and I am home alone, completely alone, for the first time ever! So I am left with the dilemma of how to get to work. Luckily a colleague that shares my cubicle lives relatively close to me and has agreed to pick me up every day.

Oct 23

Joke with a spoon

Posted by thenack in WTF , thenack , sppon , realy funny , LOL , LMAO , joke , hilarious , funny


Ok I got this in my e-mail, but I thoght it was pretty funny so here goes.

Oct 22

Why the Arab wears a dress

Posted by thenack in toilet , thenack , sanitation , muslim , islam , India , funny , arab


I awoke alone in my hotel room, a feeling of dread passed over me. I could almost hear the sound of the “imperial march” in my head, Duh Duh Duh DUUh da da DUH DUUH (of iets soos dit) Darth Vader breathing down my neck. The Force would not be with me today.

  Lord Vader in India.

What force am I talking about? The force of gravity, the bitch. I was on a work expedition to India. India, like all countries which are too hot and have too many people, use mainly Arabian style toilets. For the people who don’t know, these are the thigh-masters of toilets. You don’t get to sit. You "stand squat lean en kak". These toilets pose a number of problems for people who don’t wear dresses like the Arabian dudes do. That is problem number one.

Problem number two is the fact that the specific version of the Arabian thigh-master I was utilising, was a budget model with no running water. No worry, a very friendly little man spends his days filling a 0.5l cup with water, and handing it to each patron that visited the establishment he is responsible for. So no flushing, but rinsing. I was not wearing a dress. Doing the shitsit without fouling your own pants is quite an accomplishment and I was rather pleased to have come out of this unscathed. My victory celebration was premature though….one final step remained. Reach over the hole in the ground they pass off as sanitation, get the 0.5l cup, wash everything spotless and clean before I leave. It was at this point that the entire content of my shirt pocket decide it was time to leave me, and I watched in horror as by passport and my glasses dropped down, ......

into the abyss…..

The friendly little man helped me to retrieve my property, this part of the story, you don’t want to know. But as the saying goes, every cloud has a ever so slight silver lining, I made it through customs real quick!!

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