Was driving down the road when I saw a dude walking carrying a gas can. He was White so I gave him a ride. Turns out he was a preacher. So, of course, down the road a ways I see a nigger walking. Now what to do? I want to hit the jig but this preacher is Right Here. So I form a plan. I pretend to doze off and swerve over closer to the coon. I hear a huge BANG! I asked, "OH dear, did I hit that feller!?" To which the preacher said, "No, you missed it, but you got close enough for me to get it with my gas can!!!"
Doctor says, "go home, get a bucket, piss and shit in it for a week. Throw in dead rats and rotting fish. Put a towel over your head and sniff the fumes for three days."
Week later the nigger goes back and says, "Doc, I feel wonderful, what was the problem?"
The mayor visits a farm and of course the press is there too. Afterwards the mayor says to the journalist: - I hope the title of your article won't be: 'The mayor with the pigs' or something like that. The next day there is a photo in the newspaper with the text underneath: 'The mayor, third from the left'.
INDUSTRIAL: I am looking for a good job for my son. Can you help me? MINISTER: Yes, the position of director-general at my ministry is still available. INDUSTRIAL: Oh dear, with such a salary my son will be in trouble. I know him, with such a salary he will go to gaming halls and the women. MINISTER: And what do you think of secretary-general at my ministry? INDUSTRIAL: No, that still earns too much. MINISTER: Would director of a regional department of Finance be something for him? INDUSTRIAL: No, I don't like that either. It will be the same old thing. He can still be in trouble. MINISTER: Well, but for a position that is even lower, I can't help you. Your son will have to take an exam for that.
