The foreign minister of a small African state had opportunity to visit Russia for the very first time. There he was warmly welcomed by his Russian counterpart, who wined and dined him and generally offered him the best hospitality that Russia could offer. On his last day, the Russian foreign minister took the African foreign minister into a room with a table on which lay a revolver. My comrade, since you are about to leave, I must introduce you to a custom we have here in Russia, some thing called Russian roulette. It is a true test of manhood and worth, and how it works is that you must take the revolver, spin the cylinders, hold the revolver to your head and then pull the trigger. Only one of the six chambers is loaded. The African leader, being of proud warrior stock and a courageous man, took the revolver, spun the cylinder, snapped it shut, pointed it at his head and sighed with relief when all he heard was click, but no shot. Well impressed with his bravery, he and the Russian drank vodka until the African leader had to be carried aboard his plane. Six months later the Russian foreign minister visits the African foreign ministers country. The African, remembering keenly the Russian roulette he had to play previously, took the Russian into a room on the last day of his visit. In the room were six beautiful, naked young women. To prove your courage and manhood, see before you six of the most beautiful women from each of our tribes. This is something I call African roulette. You may pick any one of them and they will give you a blow job. The Russian, not too averse to this idea at all, asks the African, But where is the risk? To be called roulette there must be some form of risk involved. The African smiles broadly. One of the six is a cannibal This NRI Gujarati guy from Halifax in Canada gets married back home to a beautiful, voluptuous, village belle from Navsari, the best of the lot in the whole of Gujarat. Wedding night, big night, man is bloody impatient to get into action. Finally the big moment arrives and they leave the couple alone in the bed room. He strips, tears her clothes off .... and after 10 minutes of wild action ....he hears his wife sneeze, which puts him off gear. Disappointed, he gets off, & quietly goes off to sleep. The next day, he pardons his wife for her untimely behaviour, & again starts looking forward to the night. But again in the night after 10 mins, the wife starts sneezing. The husband is quite put off and again turns over and goes to sleep. The next day he confides in his doctor & invites him to actually witness the sad debacle. So in the night, the doctor is hiding behind the curtain when the husband begins his act. Sure enough, after 10 mins, the wife starts sneezing. The Canadian Gujju husband immediately gets up & approaches the doctor, See, what did I tell you! The doctor, takes off his shoe & starts hammering the Canadian Guju. The husband is quite perturbed, & asks the doctor the meaning of all this. The doctor tells him, Arey gadheda, kya Canada ja kar Gujerati bhool gaya? She is not sneezing, you idiot, she is saying .................. . . . . . . awuchu, awuchu [“I am Coming, Coming”]
Posted on: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 06:42:48 +0000
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