From: ________ , _______
Sent: 09 January 2012 09:53
Subject: FW: The Afghan Footballer
A woman and her son were taking a cab in New York City. It was raining and all the hookers were standing under the awnings.
“Mummy,” said the little boy, “what are all those ladies doing?”
“They’re waiting for their husbands to get off of work,” she replied.
I have two brothers, one works at Microsoft, the other was sentenced to death in the gas chamber.
My mother died of insanity when I was three years old, my two sisters are prostitutes and my father sells drugs.
Little Johnny went up to his dad and asked, “Hey daddy, what’s politics?”
His dad replied, “Son, I’m the breadwinner of the family, so we’ll call me Capitilism, your mother will be the Government, our nanny will be the working class, you will be the people, and your little baby brother will be the future. Now go to your room and think about what i said.”