A guy calls home from work and a strange woman answers the phone. The guy says, "Who is this?" "This is the maid," answers the woman.

"We don't have a maid!"

"I was just hired this morning by the lady of the house."

"Oh. Well, this is her husband. Is she there?"

"Ummm, she's upstairs in the bedroom with someone whom I just naturally figured was her husband."

He'd always suspected, but now he knows. He says to the maid, "Listen, would you like to make $50,000?"

"What do I have to do?"

"I want you to get my gun from the desk in the den and shoot that witch and the jerk she's with."

"$50,000? Really?"

"Yes."

The maid puts down the phone. The guy hears footsteps, followed by a couple of gunshots. The maid comes back to the phone. "What should I do with the bodies?"

"Throw them in the swimming pool!"

"What pool?"

"Uhhh . . . is this 832-4821?"

Geeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzz,jealousy in the highest order

Ituen is back at his desktop
bros, i miss you small

**shakes head, thinking: What a dense idiot!***

_{Where you been ituen? Guess you are back at posting dense jokes}

Foni, cos its not funny , well done sha

kay9 & newdeal,

I don show sha. too much time on water. nw i dey land, make i see who be that person wey . . . . .

dey gbemu

thnks mohawk

wB iTueN

NA how manytimes u wan welcome me na, info?

But U deserve it na

bribe?

i no fit shou roo

iteun how u dey

W_ickedB_ros ituen

Person dey call Ituen WB(Wicked Bastard) and him dey happy

Showbobo,

very soon, i go commot the bandage wey dey ur head

Wicked nurse ituen

Na how i use wicked na?

no mind info i beg

im madness don start.

If ituen comot showbobo bandage , u no know say showbobo 's bar head go dey expose

buhhaha

ol boi i no fit shout lol

kai showdodo na ur life be diss

WB can be fit as Warner Brothers as well

Or Wowo Bom Bom

Or Water Buffalo

infobaba:

If ituen comot showbobo bandage , u no know say showbobo 's bar head go dey expose

thank you ooooooo. . . . nothing do us

ituen:

Showbobo,

very soon, i go commot the bandage wey dey ur head

i reserve my comment . . . something do u