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				Telephone call 
				 
					At dawn the telephone rings,  
 
  
 
           'Hello, Senor Rod? This 
          is Ernesto, the caretaker at your country house.' 
          'Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a 
          problem?' 
 
          'Um, I am just calling to advise you, Senor Rod, 
          that your parrot, he is dead' 
          'My parrot? Dead? The 
          one that won the International competition?' 
 
          'Si, Senor, that's the one.' 
 
          'Damn! That's a pity! I spent a small fortune on 
          that bird. What did he die from?' 
 
          'From eating the rotten meat, Senor Rod.' 
 
          'Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?' 
 
          'Nobody, Senor. He ate the meat of the dead horse.' 
 
          'Dead horse? What dead horse?' 
 
          'The thoroughbred, Senor Rod.' 
 
          'My prize thoroughbred is dead?' 
 
          'Yes Senor Rod, he died from all that work pulling 
          the water cart.' 
 
          'Are you insane?? What water cart?' 
          'The one we used to put out the fire, Senor.' 
 
          'Good Lord!! What fire are you talking about, man??' 
 
          'The one at your house, Senor! A candle fell and the 
          curtains caught on fire.' 
 
          'What the hell?? Are you saying that my mansion is 
          destroyed because of a candle?? !! 
          ' 
          'Yes, Senor Rod.' 
 
          'But there's electricity at the house!! What was the 
          candle for?' 
 
          'For the funeral, Senor Rod.' 
 
          'WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL??!!' 
 
          'Your wife's, Senor Rod', she showed up very late 
          one night and I thought she was a thief, so I hit 
          her with your new TaylorMade Super Quad 460 golf 
          club.' 
 
          SILENCE . . . . . . . . . . . 
 
  
 
 
 
 
          'Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you're in deep shit!!' 
 
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Mother Superior called all the nuns  together and said to them,  
 
  
 
'I must tell you all something. We have a case  of gonorrhoea in the 
 
convent.'  
 
  
 
'Thank God,' said an elderly nun at the  back. 'I'm so tired of 
 
chardonnay.'
				 
				
				
REAL OPPONENTS SEE THE BATTLE OUT TO THE END, WINNING OR LOSING
 
				
				
				 
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