Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Where's my Rolex

 
Pravesh Patel parks his brand new Porsche in front of the office to show it
off to his colleagues.

As he's getting out of the car, a truck comes speeding along too close to
the kerb and takes off the door before speeding off.

More than a little distraught, the Indian grabs his mobile and calls the
police.

Five minutes later, the police arrive. Before the policeman has a chance to
ask any questions, the Indian starts screaming
hysterically:

'My Porsche, my beautiful black Porsche is ruined. No matter how long at the
panel beaters it'll simply never be the same again!'

After the Indian finally finishes his rant, the policeman shakes his head in
disgust: 'I can't believe how materialistic you bloody
Indians are,' he says. 'You lot are so focused on your possessions that you
don't notice anything else in your life.'

'How can you say such a thing at a time like this?', snaps the Indian.

The policeman replies, 'Didn't you realize that your right arm was torn off
when the truck hit you.'

The Indian looks down in absolute horror BLOODY HELL!!!!!!' he
screams........
    
'Where's my Rolex ????...'

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