“It`s Dark In Here”

Posted: May 8, 2019 in Fun and Joke

A woman takes a lover home during the day while her husband is at work.
Her 9-year old son comes home unexpectedly, sees them and hides in the bedroom closet to watch.
The woman’s husband also comes home. She puts her lover in the closet, not realizing that the little boy is in there already.
The little boy says, “Dark in here.”
The man says, “Yes, it is.”
Boy – “I have a baseball.”
Man – “That’s nice.”
Boy – “Want to buy it?”
Man – “No, thanks.”
Boy – “My dad’s outside.”
Man – “OK, how much?”
Boy – “$150”
Man – “Sold.”
In the next few weeks, it happens again that the boy and the lover are in the closet together.
Boy – “Dark in here.”
Man – “Yes, it is.”
Boy – “I have a Wilson infielder’s glove.”
The lover, remembering the last time, asks the boy,”How much?”
Boy – “$350”
Man – “Highway robbery. Sold.”
A few days later, the father says to the boy, “Grab your gloves, let’s go outside and have a game of catch.”
The boy says, “I can’t, I sold my ball and my glove.”
The father asks, “How much did you sell them for?”
The boy says, “$500”
The father says, “That’s terrible to overcharge your friends like that… that is way more than those two things cost.
I’m going to take you to church and make you confess your greed.”
They go to the church and the father makes the little boy sit in the confession booth with the Priest to confess his sins and he closes the door.
The boy says, “Dark in here.”
The priest says, “Don’t start that crap again, you’re in my closet now.”

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Insomnia

Posted: February 16, 2017 in Haiku

I wonder
It before you
Fall asleep
I am the last
Person you see

I wish
I wouldn`t
Sleep
To wake up
Wondering
If it was me

insomnia

Evil Chasm

Posted: October 3, 2016 in Haiku

Fiercely evil chasms…
For the rust and fainthearted man…
Hesitates,unseen…

dc

The Water Trick

Posted: March 16, 2016 in Fun and Joke

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A woman goes to the Doctor, worried about her husband`s temper.

The Doctor asks: “What`s the problem?

The Woman says: “Doctor, I don`t know what to do. Every day my husband seems to lose his temper for no reason. It scares me.”

The Doctor says: “I have a cure for that. When it seems that your husband is getting angry, just take a glass of water and start swishing it in your mouth. Just swish but don`t swallow it until he either leaves the room or calms down.”

Two weeks later the woman comes back to the doctor looking fresh and reborn.

The woman says: “Doctor that was a brilliant ideal ! Every time my husband started losing it. I swished with water. I swished and swished, and he calmed right down ! How does a glass of water do that ?”

The Doctor says: “The water itself does nothing. It`s keeping your mouth shut that does the trick”.

Brilliant doctor

A day before his 15th birthday, the son of a wealthy family was asked by his father, `Well my son, what would you like for your birthday?’

The son hesitated a moment and his father’s thoughts leapt ahead to a new computer and similar things. However, his son had had a new computer only recently and could have a new one any time he wished.

Finally, the son said, `Father, I have everything a boy could wish for, but there is one thing I would really like. I would love to have a pink ping pong ball.’

The father was rather astonished at this wish, but said, `If it is a pink ping pong ball that you want, a pink ping pong ball you shall have.’

And so, the next day, the son was given as his bithday present a pink ping pong ball.

The boy took the ball to his room and the next morning the pink ping pong ball was gone. The father was mildly surprised but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong ball, however, was never seen again.

The next year, a day before his 16th birthday, the father asked his son what he would like for his birthday.

`Father,’ replied the son, `I have everything a boy could possibly wish for, but there is one thing I would really, really like. I would love to have a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.’

The father was more surprised than the year before, but kept his curiosity at bay, for he knew that his son had a right for privacy. he said therefore, `If it is a tenpack of pink ping pong balls that you want, a tenpack of pink ping pong balls you shall have.’

And so, the next day, the son was given as his birthday present a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.

The boy took the tenpack of balls to his room and the next morning, not a single ball remained, merely the empty husk of the tenpack. The father wondered where ten pink ping pong balls might disappear to, but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong balls, however, were never seen again.

The next year, a day before his 17th birthday, the son was asked by his father what he would like for his birthday.

`Father,’ said the son to this, `I have everything a boy could wish for, but one thing would make my happiness complete. I would dearly want a carton of pink ping pong balls.’

The father was beyond surprise, but decided to make sure he had not misheard. `A carton of pink ping pong balls?’

`A carton of pink ping pong balls,’ the boy confirmed.

`I can’t understand your fascination with pink ping pong balls,’ said the father, `but if it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you want, it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you shall have.’

And so, the next day, the boy was given as his birthday present a carton of pink ping pong balls.

The boy was delighted and took the carton to his room. The next day, miraculously (as if by magic, even) the pink ping pong balls had all disappeared.

`Dear son,’ said the father, `I must ask now, what do you do with all those pink ping pong balls?’

The son, however, was reluctant to tell him. `Please humour me, dear father.’

The carton of pink ping pong balls, however, was never seen again.

The next year, it was clear that the son would get a car, but the father felt that, perhaps, his son also had some other wish apart from the obvious. So, one day before the son’s 18th birthday, the father asked him whether he had a special wish for his birthday.

`Dearest father,’ the son started, `I have everything a young man could possibly want, but there is one craving in me. I would, more than anything, want a warehouse full of pink ping pong balls.’

One of these years, his father thought, I should get to the bottom of this. However, he decided to humour his son’s wish. At least he had been wise enough to buy shares in a pink ping pong ball factory.

The next day, the son was given the address of a warehouse where all his new pink ping pong balls were stored. The son was delighted and decided to spend the next night in the warehouse rather than at home.

The following morning, the son stepped out of the warehouse, but it seemed to be empty otherwise. The father had a closer look and indeed, apart from empty cardboard boxes, nothing was left inside the warehouse. No pink ping pong balls were left.

The following year, one day before the son’s 19th birthday, the father braced himself for another warehouse of pink ping pong balls. He asked his son what his deepest desire was and he had not been entirely wrong.

`Father, you have made me very happy these last years and this year I ask of you a shipload of pink ping pong balls if at all possible.’

It was possible, if only because the father had by now bought each and every factory of pink ping pong balls in the country.

The next day, the father took his son to the harbour and showed him a huge tanker and told his son that there were millions, billions, trillions of pink ping pong balls in there.

`Father,’ the son said, `You’ve made me very happy yet again.’

That night, the son spent on board the tanker.

The next morning, not a single of the pink ping pong balls could be found, but the son was happy.

A few days before his 20th birthday, however, the son had a terrible road accident and was taken to the hospital.

His father visited the young man in hospital. `My dear son! Can I bring you anything to make you feel better?’

Weakly, the son sat up in bed. `Father, dearest father, grant me this wish; just one tenpack of pink ping pong balls.’

The father held his son’s hand tightly. `Whatever you wish my son, but I have to give you one condition. Even if it may be embarrassing, I must know what you did with all those pink ping pong balls.’

`Very well, father, but please indulge me first. I will tell you whatever you wish to know after you have given me the ten pink ping pong balls.’

The father thought that was fair enough and the next day brought his son the ten asked for pink ping pong balls. The son smiled weakly but seemed too weak to talk.

`Son, I leave these pink ping pong balls with you and shall come back tomorrow to ask of you what you have done with all those pink ping pong balls.’

The son nodded weakly.

The next day, less than surprisingly, no pink ping pong balls could be found in the son’s hospital room.

`Now, my dearest son, apple of my eye, treasure of my life, please tell me what you did with all those pink ping pong balls,’ the father requested.

The son nodded and the father gripped his hand tighter.

`I-‘ the son started and sat up a bit, swallowing with a dry mouth.

`I- I-‘

Then he died.

You

Posted: June 12, 2015 in Haiku
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NTS

Dreaming of you makes my night worthwhile
Thinking of you makes me smile,
you are created to be mine
to recall every smile when i’m not fine
you are existed as you are
when I love all the things you share

Somesay…

Posted: April 26, 2015 in Uncategorized
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I really think love is not based on effort.

don’t you think so?

then what it is based on also why did you say that?

you want cold water, i fan the cup a million times, then someone else walks by with ice.
you want something from a person
maybe you have expectation
i work with blood sweat and tears to reach to your expectations
and then suddenly someone else just came by has that thing you have been looking for
so, you go with them instead.

Havi ĝin vian manieron !! (Have it Your Way)

Posted: February 25, 2015 in Haiku
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How could one
Win back
A broken heart
and a scarred soul?

When it no longer
Feels pain nor danger
When all that is left
Is the desire for
Self-preservation.

Haiku #3

Posted: July 11, 2014 in Haiku
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time-is-an-illusion

My heart is restless
And the time keep passing by
The illusion of truth
Within a soul

Haiku #2

Posted: July 11, 2014 in Haiku
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Darkness fall upon me;
My inner desire starves for a kill;
Things that wander the dreams
darkness-black-guy-image.