The Life of Paul
 

A young man named Paul bought a donkey from an old farmer for $100.00. The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey the next day. When the farmer drove up the next day, he said, "Sorry son, but I have some bad news...the donkey is on my truck, but he's dead."

Paul replied, "Well then, just give me my money back."
The farmer said, "I Can't do that. I went and spent it already."

Paul said, "OK then, just unload the donkey anyway".
The farmer asked, "What are ya gonna do with him?"
Paul said, "I'm going to raffle him off."

To which the farmer exclaimed, "You can't raffle off a dead donkey!"

But Paul, with a big smile on his face, said, "Sure I can. Watch me. I just won't tell anybody that he's dead."

A month later the farmer met up with Paul and asked, "What happened with that dead donkey?"

Paul said, "I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at two dollars a piece and made a profit of $698.00."

Totally amazed, the farmer asked, "Didn't anyone complain that you had stolen their money because you lied about the donkey being dead?"

And Paul replied, "The only guy who found out about the donkey being dead was the raffle winner, when he came to claim his prize. So I gave him his $2 back plus $200 extra, which is double the going value of a donkey, so he thought I was a great guy."

Paul grew up and eventually became the Prime Minister of Canada, and no matter how many times he lied or how much money he stole from Canadian voters, as long as he gave them back some of the stolen money, most of them thought he was a great guy.

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Re. The Life Of Paul
 

What a brilliant story and one for Salesman Bob. I love it.
SB

Hey, Frank...welcome back to the Forum, after a lengthy hiatus.

Your story about Paul made me immediately think of Paul (a Roman citizen) travelling along the road to Damascus, whereupon he changed his name to Saul, that being a Jewish manifestation of his given name, since he was mightily pissed off at being castigated by the Jews....(can't fight 'em, join 'em syndrome).

Upon entering Damascus, he entered the HFC (what the Hell is the HFC, some Forum readers may ask)...the rest is history...

Oh,...were you talking about our Canadian Prime Minister of Dithers?



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Thanks, for the welcome mat, Jon. :cheers:
No, it's not Household Finance of Canada. Remember - always keep to the outside. :eek:
Yes. The dithering fibber... or is that the fibbing ditherer? :confused:

canuck army humour
 

A squadron of Canadian troops were marching north
of Khandahar when they came upon a Taliban insurgent
badly injured and unconscious. Nearby, on the opposite
side of the road, was a Canadian soldier in a similar but
less serious state.

The soldier was conscious and alert. As first aid was
given to both men, the soldier was asked what had
happened. The soldier reported:

"I was heavily armed and moving north along this highway
and coming south was that heavily armed Taliban insurgent.
Seeing each other we both took cover. I called to him that
Osama bin Laden was a miserable low-life, scumbag, and
he yelled back that Paul Martin is a rich, good-for-nothing,
lying, windbag."

"We were standing there shaking hands when a truck hit us."

Re: canuck army humour
 

Hmmm...was it an Iltis, a HUMVEE, or a G-Wagen? :D :confused

Re: Re: canuck army humour
 

Yes. :eek: