True story

At dawn the telephone rings.

"Hello, Senor Lucky? This is Ernesto the caretaker at
your country house."

"Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a
problem?"

"Um, I am just calling to advise you, Senor, that
your parrot died.

"My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International
competition?"

"Si, Senor,that's the one."

"Damn! That's a pity! I spent a small fortune on that
bird. "What did he die from?"

"From eating rotten meat, Senor"

Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?"

"Nobody, Senor. He ate the meat of the dead horse."

"Dead horse? What dead horse?"

"The thoroughbred, Senor Lucky. He died from all that
work pulling the water cart."

"Are you insane? What water cart?"

"The one we used to put out the fire, Senor"

"Good Lord! What fire are you talking about, man?"

"The one at your house, Senor! A candle fell and the
curtains caught on fire."

"What the.....!!! But there's electricity at the
house!!! What was the candle for?"

"For the funeral, Senor."

WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL?!"

"Your wife's, Senor...She showed up one night out of
the blue and I thought she was a thief, so I hit her
with your new Tiger Woods Nike Driver."


SILENCE...................


"Ernesto if you broke that driver, you're in deep shit!"