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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

MAKING A BABY

This joke is just too good not to share! Enjoy!

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The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family.

On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.'

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...'

'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.'

'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?'

'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat'.

After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'

'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the
living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.'

'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't  work out for Harry and me!'

'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'

'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith.

'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.'

'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of  his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said.

'Oh, my God!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.

'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.'

'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith. 'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look'

'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.

'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly 
concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had
to pack it all in.'

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?' 'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.'

'Tripod?'

'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much  too big to be held in the hand very long.'

Mrs. Smith fainted !

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

the day i died



Image is from http://www.flickr.com/photos/44216394@N00/



This image was taken after the recent massacre in Jos.




On March 10, 2010 © Stani. All rights reserved

the day that i died
started off like any other day
i lay in mother's arms
getting to know her, bonding

the day that i died
they came like thieves in the night
bows and arrows, machetes
guns no roses

the day that i died
gunshots reverberated
screams cries of the forlorn
people running helter-skelter

just the day before
as i lay in my mother's arms
i had visions of the greatness
i dreamt of mighty deeds

the day that i died
hours before the harrowing death
i laughed and cackled happily
to my mother's tickles

the day that i died
i met those for whom the sobriquet 'beast'
would not be fitting
a better word for describing such evil has not being found.

the day that i died
my sisters and bothers
woke in the night to sing me
beautiful lullabies.

the day that i died
while i dreamt of greatness
also i had palpable feeling of the doom
that awaits my land.

hold me mama
don't let me go
bad man is here
where are you mama?

there goes my sister to her death
raped and defiled
hacked to pieces
future snuffed out with multiple stabs\

oh! mama! there you are
bad man got your tongue
bad man raped you
bad man killed you.

the day that i died
i lost it all before i even got

the angel of sadness
beckoned to me
'come' she said 'come'
rest your head on my bosom.

i saw the angel of death
gory faced as usual skulking
waiting patiently to receive
charred pieces of my soul.

the day that i died
dreams of liberation died
plans hopes for the future
all blown away with the wind

the day that i died
just four days old i was
four hours and four seconds
all it took to lose it all

 
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