When the currant King of Jordan was in the UK learning to march up and down he made a terrible error (this is true - even though I'm civy).
After a few wets the silly sod walked diagonally accross the parade ground.
Who should - sods law - observe this but the RSM.
"Get your fukin' wog **** off my square!"
An officer next to the RSM whispered to him that this miscreant was infact etc.
Flustered, embarrassed, the RSM barks:
"Get your fukin' wog **** off my square, YOUR MAJESTY!"
Dateline, oh, erm apartheid. Somewhere in Namibia. Or Angola. Curfew.
Deon and Eugene (shock) see some poor old sod cycling past their "Sowetto Land Rover" It's ten mins. to curf.
Deon opens up with his assault shotgun and turns the happless local into a red spray.
"Ach man!" sez Eugene " why the bloody **** did you mist the poor kaffir? I tell you man it's ten mins to go!"
Deon:
"Hey man, I've seen where he lives - it's a good fifteen minutes."
Well after that (my Uncle incidently) it was nice meeting you all![]()
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