Lol...... Sharp bobo!

In a shop a man asked for 1/2 kg of butter. The salesperson, a young boy, said that only 1 kg packs were available in the shop, but the man insisted on buying only 1/2 kg. So the boy went inside to the manager's room and said 'An idiot outside wants to buy only 1/2 kg of butter'. To his surprise, the customer was standing behind him. So the boy added immediately, 'And this gentleman wants to buy the other half!'After the customer left, the manager said 'You have saved your position by being clever enough at the right time. Where do you come from?' To this the boy said, 'I come from Mexico. The place consists of only prostitutes and football players!' The manager replied coldly, 'My wife is also from Mexico'. To this the boy asked excitedly, 'Oh yeah? Which team does she play for?'
Presence of mind helps, never panic!

yeah.. yeah.

It's Monday Again

I can't believe this! After taking my time to update my page on Friday with my MOOD STANCE, I came back to read about me only to find I pasted just half of the gist! OMG!
Anyway, it's all good, I'd try not to come here when in a mood.
So, to my faithful visitor (yeah just 1), I say thank you for the time. Don' worry YOU & I will organize a party!
To all you intending guests, I say a huge BIENVENUE.

Je vais a la bureau... lol... (pardon my French if not all that yet!).

La'er

NOT DEFINED

Oh, it's just one of those UNDEFINABLE moments at work for me. When I just don't get the hang of MY OWN SELF. No that's not funny! I know I'm just some few steps away from becoming an IRRITANT (yes I can say that about me

PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH THAT 'HELP'

I GOT THIS BY FORWARD:
Please do not send the children out alone with drivers oh or any HELP at that!
I just heard that Folake Coker (Tiffany Amber) is currently going through the horrors of not knowing where her young daughter is!
The driver and nanny went to pick them from school. On the way, she decided to stop to buy something in a shop and left the children in the car with the driver along Awolowo Road or so. The driver took off with the kids. He dropped the boy at the Polo Club and has disappeared with the daughter who is younger. Only 2+ or so.
Next thing, the parents got a text asking for N50 million! Apparently, they have traced the number and he is somewhere around Seme border!!!!!!
Please pass on to all your friends and mothers. We need to be more careful as we trust God for our lives and children. Make sure you know where your drivers and nannies live. Know and have the number of at least one relative. Try to do backgound checks on them before you hire them.
These are scary times!!!!!
PLEASE BEWARE & SHINE UR EYES.

Amazing pictures and 1 minute for God

A Touching One...

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That di d it! "And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question "Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick..and I want to buy a miracle.""I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist. "His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?""We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little "Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?" " I don't know, " Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money.""How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago "One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly."And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to." "Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. "He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need." That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that h a d led them to this place. "That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of a little child. In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.

Wives are Wives!

A man was sitting reading his papers when his wife hit him round the Head with a frying pan.
'What was that for?' the man asked.

The wife replied 'That was for the piece of paper with the name Jenny on it that I found in your pants pocket'.

The man then said 'When I was at the races last week Jenny was the name of the horse I bet on'

The wife apologized and went on with the housework.

Three days later the man is watching TV when his wife bashes him on the head with an even bigger frying pan, knocking him unconscious.

Upon re-gaining consciousness the man asked why she had hit again.
Wife replied. 'Your horse phoned'



What you are is God's gift to you; what you do with yourself is your gift to God.


Bon journee....