Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Here is an old joke...

Alexander Lukashenka is riding through the Belarusian villages in his car. In one horrible moment, a dog races out into the street and gets hit by the car. The driver asks the president what should be done about this and the president replies that it would be at least good manners to inform the people in this house what has happened. The driver walks over to the house to give the bad news.

Two and a half hours later he comes back from the house, he is smiling, he is hiccupping and noticeably weaving left and right.

"What happened? Where have you been?" asks the president.

"Well, it was very interesting. They invited me in and set a huge table with meat, fish, salads, potatoes and wine. During the meal we toasted with vodka many, many times. They then sent me to their bed with their 17-year-old daughter who made mad, passionate love to me for better than an hour. I have just now returned and I must say that I feel rather good."

"What on earth did you say to them?"

"I simply said: I am Alexander Lukashenka's driver and we have just killed your dog."

2 Comments:

Anonymous Mike Miller said...

So, the joke is pointing out that the Belarusian people like Lukashenka so much that even his driver bearing bad news gets good treatment?

Thursday, October 05, 2006  
Blogger BEING HAD said...

Precisely!

Thursday, October 05, 2006  

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