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November 17, 2006

A New Orleans story

A little Nawlins humor, courtesy of Carol.

The coach had put together the perfect team for the New Orleans Saints. The only thing missing was a good quarterback. He had scouted all the colleges and even the Canadian and European leagues, but he couldn't find a ringer who could ensure a Super Bowl victory.

Then one night, while watching CNN, he saw a war-zone scene in Afghanistan. In one corner of the background, he spotted a young Afghan soldier with a truly incredible arm: he threw a hand grenade straight into a window from 80 yards away. Then he threw another one down a chimney from 50 yards -- and then he hit a passing car going 80 miles per hour.

"I've got to get this guy!" coach said to himself. "He has the perfect arm!" So he brought the young Afghani to the States and taught him the great game of football.

Sure enough the Saints went on to win the Super Bowl. The young Afghani was hailed as a hero of football and when the coach asked him what he wanted, all the young man wanted was to call his mother. "Mom," he said to her, "I just won the Super Bowl!"

"I don't want to talk to you," the old Muslim woman said. "You deserted us. You are not my son!"

"Mother, I don't think you understand," pleaded her son, "I've just won the greatest sporting event in the world!"

"No! Let me tell you!" his mother retorted. "At this very moment there are gunshots all around us. The neighborhood is a pile of rubble. Your two brothers were beaten within an inch of their lives last week and I have to keep your sister in the house so she doesn't get raped!"

The old lady paused and then tearfully added, "I will never forgive you for making us move to New Orleans."

Posted by joke du jour at November 17, 2006 07:03 PM

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