Julius Malema and his chauffeur were rolling down the highway when suddenly they hit a pig crossing the road. They killed it instantly.
Malema tells his driver:” Go to da farm over dere and hexplain to da howner of da pig what happen.”
One hour later, Malema sees his driver coming back from the farm, his clothes all wrinkled, a bottle of wine in one hand and a cigar in the other.
“What happen to you?” Malema asks.
“Well, the Boer farmer gave me a bottle of wine, beautiful plates of food, a cigar, beautiful 20 year old brandy, coffee biscuits and cheese and their 19 year old domestic servant made wild passionate love to me.”
“My My ! What did you tell dem?” asked Malema.
The driver answered: ” Good evening, I am Julius Malema’s chauffeur and I have just killed the pig.”
I am not a sheep, I have my own mind
I have had enough of being told what and how to think
Whilst we are still allowed the remnants of free speech,
I will speak out.
I also reserve the right to discuss less controversial matters should I feel the urge.
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