The Mad Bull’s Blog, Version 3

Hmmm… I’m hungry… lets see what we have stocked away here in the kitchen/canteen/whatever-ya-wanna-call-it at my workplace… Ooooh, looky! Somebody has left us some nice potted meat!!! Want some?

Yeah, yeah, I know… just the thought of that makes you wanna , right?

Yeah, I know, potted meat tastes like… well, I’d say shyte, but then you might ask me how I know what shyte tastes like! What a quandary… well, lets just say it nuh taste nice atall, atall!

Anyways, apparently some people eat it!

You don’t believe me? Well, I have proof! I asked my research assistant, Jessee the Kid, to check out Google for people who eat spam and he did find a few… look, he came up with this wierd site. It is sort of a blog, sort of an e-zine, and the chap that runs it blogs about his ‘adventures’ eating…

On one of these ‘exploratory missions’, the man ate some potted meat, and he has been kind enough to document the mission thoroughly… as you click here, join me in shouting “STEVE, DON’T EAT IT!”!!!

Hey, spend a little time and read up on some more of Steve’s mis-adventures while you’re there, nuh? Oh, I also have this irie little joke for you, its about the time when some relatives of Fyr were giving this natty dread that lived in the country a really hard time!

A dread was living in rural Jamaica in a community that had no electricity supply. One evening he was reading his Bible (Macabees version) and meditating, assisted by lighting from a bedside lamp (Home Sweet Home) and of course the glow that lit up his whole hut whenever he took a draw off his chillum pipe. The poor dreadie wasn’t making much progress though, as he was being bothered by the constant nuisance of some
mosquitoes.

Follow the link below to read the rest, nuh man?

He could bear it no longer so he decided to cover up under his sheet in bed, but it was useless as the mosquitoes kept biting him on his ears through the sheet. He got up and blew out the lamp and went back under the sheets, hoping that the mosquitoes would not be able to bother him if they couldn’t see him.

The mosquitoes did not bite him for a few minutes giving the “dread” hope that his so-called plan had worked out perfectly. He was only hearing the constant “humming’ of them flying around in the room. It was getting real hot under the sheets, so the “dread” decided that he would take off the sheet as it was now too dark for the mosquitoes to see him.

When he removed the sheets, laid on his back and looked up in the ceiling, he saw some ‘peenie wallies’ (fireflies) flying around.

The dread shouted out “BLOOD CLAAAT!! DEM CUM BACK WID FLASHLIGHT FI I
AND I!!”

I found this one funny… I know that Doctor D probably will think its corny, but the rest of you will probably like it! Doc nuh have no sense of humour atall, atall!

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