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Lille Kalle had been instructed by his teacher to write an essay about politics. Since he did not have a faintest idea what the policy was so he asked his father.
"We can take our home as an example", replied the father. "I am the employee, so we can call me for the government. Your mother is the fund manager, so we can call her to the Parliament. We take care of you and your interests, so we can call you for the people. Then we can call households scanning for the working and your newborn brother for the future. Do you understand now? "
"Not really," said Kalle. "But I shall think about it."
The call of the night woke up to little brother was screaming inside the nursery, so he went to see what was wrong. Kalle discovered that his brother made properly in blöjan, whereupon he went to his parents bedroom to ask for help. There he found only her mother, who slept deeply. Kalle went to households mound room and looked through the keyhole - and then saw his father in bed with husan. Very thoughtful, he returned to his room, crawled into bed and pulled the blanket over your head.
"Sire," he said at the breakfast table the following morning. "I think I understand what politics is now. Riksdagen sleep sweetly, while the government draws on the working class, the people are ignored completely and the future is full of shit.
One moore
Lille Pelle went in to the local brothel with a dead frog in your arm. With determined steps knee he presented to the reception.
"I want a girl," he said.
"Sorry, but you are too young for these things, replied the lady at the counter.
Pelle immediately threw up 500 bucks on the table, whereupon the lady quickly cut the money.
"Okay, the third floor door to the right ..."
Pelle turned on and started walking towards the door with the dead frog, but halfway there he went on.
"Wait, she shall have herpes too!"
"No you, this is none of our girls!" replied the lady at checkout. Pelle then threw up a new femhundring.
"Okay, okay, second door on the left ..."
Pelle thanked for enlightenment and disappeared into the room. After half an hour älgskog he came out again, still with the dead frog in your arm. When he passes the desk lady shouts: "I understand that you may be curious about your age, but why was she forced to have herpes?" Pelle replied immediately:
"When I come home, I put on the babysitter so that she may be herpes. When Dad transport her home to him at her in the back, and when he comes home, he mother in the bedroom. Then, in the morning when Dad went to work, the milkman and turn on the mother in the kitchen and then he may also herpes. And the bastard has run over my frog.
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