While a man was polishing his new car, his 6 yr old son picked up a stone and scratched lines on the side of the car. In anger, the man took the child’s hand and hit it many times; not realizing he was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father…..with painful eyes he asked, ‘Dad when will my fingers grow back?’ The man was so hurt and speechless; he went back to his car and kicked it a lot of times. Devastated by his own actions…….sitting in front of that car he looked at the scratches; the child had written ‘LOVE YOU DAD’.The next day that man committed suicide. . .Anger and Love have no limits; choose the latter to have a beautiful, lovely life….. Things are to be used and people are to be loved. But the problem in today’s world is that, People are used and things are loved…. In this year, let’s be careful to keep this thought in mind: Things are to be used, but People are to be loved. Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits they become character;Watch your character; it becomes your destiny. I’m glad a friend forwarded this to me as a reminder. God bless you. If you don’t pass this on nothing bad will happen; if you do, you might change someones life. Do u know the relationship between your two eyes? They blink together, move together, cry together, see things together & sleep together. Even though they never see each other. Friendship should be just like that.
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There was a man who used to cross the border,from S A to Zim. Every month he would be on a bicycle carrying some riversand. The customs officer searched him thoughroughly and would find nothing in the sand. They would then give him a smile and let him pass. He did that for years and years still the officers wondered what was in the sand. After the man had stopped crossing the border he met one of the retired customs officer,and he asked tell me what were you up to carrying all that sand? The man smiled and said apparently I was smuggling bicycles!
I drops my girl at home & just puts hand on the wall by the gate for support, leans
towards her;
Me: Can I kiss you?
Her: Not now, I’m at home.
Me: Please.
Her: No
Me: You were too sweet in bed today.
Her: Waoh! you too, full of energy. I could not believe we had foUr rounds.
Me: Let me kiss you good night.
Her: Someone may be watching,they still think I’m a virgin at home.This goes on
for ten minutes,
– then her brother appears at the gate and says “Dad says whether you kiss
him or not its your decision,but tell that bastard to remove his hand from the intercom button because everyone at home is listening to your conversation
I told my dad that I won scholarship to study medicine in Spain he was so happy that he ordered MY MUM to slaughter two chicken’sfor celebration we popped champagne now am thinking of how to tell him it is April fool after eating the chickens
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please advice me
Weekend l attended a birthday party- with a gathering of abt 30 people!! I sat on the front row seat….then a lady started sharing food. She started from the back and unfortunately, it didn’t reach us at the front. When her friends started sharing drinks, they started from the front but unfortunately I had already changed my seat to the back….!!! Again the drink didn’t reach me. I was so furious and I stood up to take my leave but then I saw three ladies each with a big bowl. This time, I tried to be wise by sitting at the middle. . To my uttermost surprise, one of the ladies started sharing from the front…and the second lady started distributing from the back. It was turkey meat…. When it got to the middle where I was seated it got finished again. Feeling so frustrated, I bent my head, not looking at any face…but then the third lady tapped me and stretched her bowl that I should pick somethng frm inside.. I stretched my hand… Guess what was in the bowl..?
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Toothpicks!!!
A Zulu man went to an electronic
shop.
He asked the shopkeeper; What is the
price of this television?
The shopkeeper replied; We don’t sell
our products to the Zulu people .
Zulu man again came the next day after
cutting his beard.
He asked; What is the price of this
television?
The shopkeeper replied; We don’t sell
our products to the Zulu people.
The next day Zulu man came with a
different face and asked; What is the
price of this television?
The shopkeeper replied; We don’t sell
our products to the Zulu people
Zulu man got irritated and asked the
shopkeeper; How do you recognise
me everytime?
The shopkeeper replied; Because this
is not a television. It is a microwave
oven.
One word for Zulu man
