Um pouco de humor para um domingo ensolarado... :-) Vou deixar em inglês pq estou com preguiça de traduzir, mas sei que todos vcs lêem (ooooopssss, agora é leem) em inglês... (rsrs)
A man is driving down a deserted stretch of highway in Nevada when he notices a sign out of the corner of his eye. It reads: SISTERS OF MERCY HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION - 10 MILES. He thinks it was just a figment of his imagination and drives on without a second thought. Soon, he sees another sign which says: SISTERS OF MERCY HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION - 5 MILES. He slowly begins to think that the signs are for real when he drives past third sign saying: SISTERS OF MERCY HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION NEXT RIGHT. His curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls into the drive. On the far side of the parking lot is a somber stone building with a small sign next to the door reading: SISTERS OF MERCY. He climbs the steps and rings the bell. The door is answered by a nun in a long black habit who asks, "What may we do for you, my son?" He answers, "I saw your signs along the highway, and was interested in possibly doing business." The nun asks the man to follow her and stops at a closed door, and tells the man, "Please knock on this door." He does as he is told and this door is answered by another nun in a long habit and holding a tin cup. This nun instructs, "Please place $50 in the cup, then go through the large wooden door at the end of this hallway." He gets $50 out of his wallet and places it in the second nun's cup. He trots eagerly down the hall and slips through the door, pulling it shut behind him. As the door locks behind him, he finds himself back in the parking lot, facing another small sign: GO IN PEACE, YOU'VE JUST BEEN SCREWED BY THE SISTERS OF MERCY.
Moral da história: Pense com a cabeça certa!! (Desculpem, mas não resisti... rsrsrsrs)
A man is driving down a deserted stretch of highway in Nevada when he notices a sign out of the corner of his eye. It reads: SISTERS OF MERCY HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION - 10 MILES. He thinks it was just a figment of his imagination and drives on without a second thought. Soon, he sees another sign which says: SISTERS OF MERCY HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION - 5 MILES. He slowly begins to think that the signs are for real when he drives past third sign saying: SISTERS OF MERCY HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION NEXT RIGHT. His curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls into the drive. On the far side of the parking lot is a somber stone building with a small sign next to the door reading: SISTERS OF MERCY. He climbs the steps and rings the bell. The door is answered by a nun in a long black habit who asks, "What may we do for you, my son?" He answers, "I saw your signs along the highway, and was interested in possibly doing business." The nun asks the man to follow her and stops at a closed door, and tells the man, "Please knock on this door." He does as he is told and this door is answered by another nun in a long habit and holding a tin cup. This nun instructs, "Please place $50 in the cup, then go through the large wooden door at the end of this hallway." He gets $50 out of his wallet and places it in the second nun's cup. He trots eagerly down the hall and slips through the door, pulling it shut behind him. As the door locks behind him, he finds himself back in the parking lot, facing another small sign: GO IN PEACE, YOU'VE JUST BEEN SCREWED BY THE SISTERS OF MERCY.
Moral da história: Pense com a cabeça certa!! (Desculpem, mas não resisti... rsrsrsrs)
7 comentários:
Aleluya, my sister. The true way is not the easy way. A veces el que va por lana termina esquilmado.
Best wishes
Já me tenho sentido assim! Em tempo: sentido figurado! Honny soit qui mal y pense...
Beijo.
António
Carlitos e António,
Hoje não estou com muita vontade de brincar, pero igual estoy sonriendo...
Gracias Carlitos por la visita y tenés razón.
António... :-)
Gracias a usted. Que mañana tenga un maravilloso día. Arriba ese ánimo.
Un abraço
hahahahahah, Anne! Ainda bem que elas eram OF MERCY,hein?
Beijos e saudades
Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... Que saudades... hahahahaha of Mercy ahã...
Ninguém mandou procurar no lugar errado ...
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