Cafe Break Stories

Two Priests

Two priests decided to go to Hawaii on vacation. They were determined to make this a real vacation by not wearing anything that would identify them as clergy. As soon as the plane had landed, they headed for a store and bought some really outrageous shorts, shirts, sandals, sunglasses, etc. The next morning they went to the beach, dressed in their "tourist" garb.

They were sitting on beach chairs, enjoying a drink, the sunshine and the scenery when a drop-dead gorgeous topless blonde in a thong bikini came walking straight towards them. They couldn't help but stare. As the blonde passed them, she smiled and said, "Good morning, Father, good morning, Father," nodding and addressing each of them individually, then passed on by.


They were both stunned. How in the world did she know they were priests? So the next day, they went back to the store and bought even more outrageous outfits. Once again, the two priests settled on the beach in their chairs to enjoy the sunshine. After a while, the same gorgeous topless blonde, wearing a string, taking her sweet time, came walking towards them.


Again, she nodded at each of them, said, "Good morning, Father," and started to walk away.

One of the priests couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Just a minute, young lady."


"Yes?" she asked.


"We are priests, and proud of it, but I have to know, how in the world did you know we are priests dressed as we are?"


"Father, it's me, Sister Angela."

Divorce Cake

Isn't it appropriate enough to end the week? I always wonder why do we always celebrate the beginnings but seldom do we celebrate the endings. And always, we feel sad about ending something. We never look at the bright side, the greener side at the other side of the fence. Anyway, so in line with celebration of endings, why don't you start choosing the right cake for this extravagant event.

From: Agent M
Sent: 17 July 2008 10:56
Subject: DIVORCE cakes

[There's nothing sweeter than a Cake at the end of all this legal battle. =)]



photo credits: www.joe-ks.com

[I bet this is the cake used by Mr. & Ms. Smith.]




[oh! that hurts....]



[awwww..]

WTF!

I can't think of anything to post for wednesday, so I open my mailbox, click on advance search and look for any email that is related to "Wednesday". As expected, most if not all emails that will show are those received on wednesday, right? Not exactly, I received this email from Agent Jatujak on Friday. After reviewing the email, I can't help say the title of this blog. I bet you'll say the same thing, WTF! =)

[NOTE: Click Read More to see the full message. But remember doing that means you agree that you're old enough to check it.]

Spaghetti

Since I started this site kinda late. And I've been receiving lotsa funny, crazy and weird email. It's a waste if I'll just neglect old emails. =) So here's an email I received exactly a year ago... And its about how spaghetti can mean something else. And as usual, it comes from Agent M.

So how many spaghetti you have lately?

From: AGENT M
Sent: 11 July 2007 11:40
Subject: Spaghetti

Spaghetti

For several years, a man was having an affair with an Italian woman. One night, she confided in him that she was pregnant.

Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, He paid her a large sum of money if she would go to Italy to secretly have the child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18.

She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born.

To keep it discrete, he told her to simply mail him a post card,

and write 'Spaghetti' on the back. He would then arrange for
the child support payments to begin.

One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife.

'Honey,'she said, 'you received a very strange post card today.'

'Oh, just give it to me and I'll explain it later,' he said.

The wife obeyed and watched as her husband read the card, turned
white,and fainted.

On the card was written:


' Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti.
Three with meatballs, two without. Send extra sauce.'