Subject: Ernesto the caretaker at the country house.
>
> At dawn the telephone rings.
>
> "Hello, Senor Rod? This is Ernesto the caretaker at
> your country house."
>
> "Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a
> problem?"
>
> Um, I am just calling to advise you, Senor Rod, that
> your parrot died.
>
> "My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International
> competition?"
>
> "Si, Senor,that's the one."
>
> "Damn! That's a pity! I spent a small fortune on that
> bird."
> "What did he die from?"
>
> "From eating rotten meat, Senor Rod"
>
> "Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?"
>
> "Nobody, Senor. He ate the meat of the dead horse."
>
> "Dead horse? What dead horse?"
>
> "The thoroughbred, Senor Rod."
>
> "My prize thorougbred is dead?"
>
> "Si Senor Rod, he died from all that work pulling the
> water cart."
>
> "Are you insane? What water cart?"
>
> "The one we used to put out the fire, Senor"
>
> "Good Lord! What fire are you talking about, man?"
>
> "The one at your house, Senor! A candle fell and the
> curtains caught on fire."
>
> "What the hell??....Are you saying that my mansion is
> destroyed because of a candle??!!!
>
> "Si Senor Rod."
>
> "But there's electricity at the house!!! What was the
> candle for?"
>
> "For the funeral, Senor Rod."
>
> WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL?
>
> "Your wife's, Senor Rod...She showed up one night out
> of the blue and I thought she was a thief, so I hit
> her with your new Tiger Woods Nike Driver."
>
> SILENCE................... , LONG SILENCE....
>
> "Ernesto if you broke that driver, you're in deep
> shit!"
>
>

Johan

Yes, getting one's priorities straight...