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The Banana Test and the Broke Old Lady

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SOMETHING SILLY: Banana Test & the Broke Old Lady

WHEN I SAY I’M BROKE – I’M BROKE!

A little old lady answered a knock at the door one day to be confronted by a well-dressed young man carrying a vacuum cleaner.

“Good morning”, said the young man. “If I could take a couple minutes of your time, I would like to demonstrate the very latest in high-powered vacuum cleaners.”

“Go away!” piped the old lady. “I’m broke and haven’t got any money!” and she proceeded to close the door.

Quick as a flash, the young man wedged his foot in the door and pushed it wide open. “Don’t be too hasty!” said he. “Not until you have at least seen my demonstration.” And with that he emptied a bucket of horse manure onto her hallway carpet.

“Now, if this vacuum cleaner does not remove all traces of this horse manure from your carpet, Madam, I will personally eat the remainder.”

The old lady stepped back and said, “Well let me get you a fork, ’cause they cut off my electricity this morning.”

THE BANANA TEST

There was a very, very tall coconut tree and four animals, a lion, a chimpanzee, a giraffe, and a squirrel, who pass by. They decide to compete to see who is the fastest to get a banana off the tree. Who do you guess will win? Your answer will reflect your personality. So think carefully. Try and get it within 30 seconds.

Got your answer? Now scroll down to see the analysis.

If your answer is:

  • Lion = you’re dull.
  • Chimpanzee = you are a moron.
  • Giraffe = you’re a complete idiot.
  • Squirrel = you are just hopelessly stupid.

A coconut tree doesn’t have bananas!

Obviously you’re stressed and overworked. You should take some time off and relax, banana brain. Try again next year.

Happy Friday !

Men vs. Women

A WOMAN’S POEM:Looking for love

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who’s not a creep,
One who’s handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.


I pray he’s gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won’t be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door.
Massages my back and begs to do more.

Oh! Send me a man who’ll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to ‘how big is my behind?’
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.

A MAN’S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac
with huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course
and loves to send me fishing and drinking.
This doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a shit.

– The End –

Happy Friday! 😀 (click to read more Happy Friday posts)