Blind man : Good sense of smell

A blind man walks into a restaurant and sits down. The waiter, who is also the owner, hands him a menu. “I’m sorry, Sir, but I am blind and can’t read the menu. Just bring me a dirty fork from a previous customer, I’ll smell it and order from there.”

A little curious, the owner walks over to a dirty pile and picks up a greasy fork. He returns to the blind man’s table and hands it to him.

The blind man puts the fork to his nose and takes in a deep breath. “Ah, yes, that’s what I’ll have, meatloaf and mashed potatoes.”

“Unbelievable!” In the kitchen, the owner exclaims to his wife Theresa, who is also the cook, and tells her what has just happened.

A few days later the blind man returns, and the owner brings him a menu. “Sir, remember me? I’m the blind man.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you. I’ll go get you a dirty fork.” The owner again retrieves a dirty fork and brings it to the blind man. (more…)

The Indon, The Bangla & The Malaysian

An Indonesian, a Bangladeshi and a Malaysian Chinese are in a bar celebrating the 2010 New Year having a beer. The Indonesian finishes his beer and suddenly throws his glass in the air, pulls out a gun and shoots the glass to pieces.

He brags, “In Jakarta our glasses are so cheap that we don’t need to drink from the same one twice.”

The Bangladeshi is obviously impressed. When he finished his beer, he throws his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and shoots the glass to pieces.

He says, “In Dhaka we have so much sand to make the glasses that we don’t need to drink out of the same glass twice either.”

The Malaysian, cool as a cucumber, finishes his drink, throws his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and shoots the Indonesian and the Bangladeshi.

He says “Tiu Nia Ma! In KL we have so many Indons and Banglas that we don’t need to drink with the same ones twice.”