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| Part of the local security detail for the visiting VIPs |
Two
Malaysians, Najib and Anwar, somehow found themselves at the same hair salon in
Melbourne.
As
they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber (we shall call them hairstylists, for a bit of class) not a word was
spoken.
The
hairstylists did not start a conversation thinking these wogs “no speakah de
English”.
As
the hairstylists finished their tasks, the one who had Najib in his chair
reached for the after-shave.
Najib
was quick to stop him saying “No thanks, my wife will smell that and think that
I’ve been in a whorehouse. “
The
second stylist turned to Anwar and attempted, “How about you, sir? “
Anwar
replied in perfect English, “Go ahead; my wife doesn’t know what the inside of a whorehouse smells
like.”
Critical: Korina reminds us that all characters appearing in this work are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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