Abdul, who lives in Washington, had tried, for ten years, without success, to divorce his American wife. In that ten years, she denied him conjugal relations but continuously insulted him from the moment he walked into the house until he left for work the next day. In that ten years, she planted herself permanently in his house, never leaving the house. She did nothing but eat, drink, and sleep, watch television, talk loudly on the phone, eat and drink some more, and order more food from Chinese restaurants, which was delivered to the house. All of Abdul’s friends stopped coming to visit him.

Finally, Abdul bought and took home a live chicken and a sharp knife. As soon as he walked into his house, his wife, speechless and with a look of shock, fear, and curiosity, sat at the edge of the sofa watching Abdul as if she had seen a ghost. He refused to even look at his wife as he tied the chicken to the kitchen table.

As soon as Abdul turned his back, the chicken crowed "Kokorokooooo!"

Abdul, visibly angry, as his wife watched, shouted at the chicken: "Chicken, you will die at number three. You have two left!" Abdul’s wife thought he had gone mad talking gibberish to a chicken.

Five minutes later, the chicken crowed again "Kokorokooooo!!"

Abdul, clearly enraged, shouted again "Chicken, you will die at number three. You have one left.!!"

Abdul’s wife, now scared, began to think he was performing an African ritual.

Five minutes later, the chicken crowed "Kokorokooooo!!!"

Abdul, now fuming with rage and foaming from the mouth, shouted "Chicken, that was number three. You are out!!!! and at the same instant he took out the knife and cleanly cut off the chicken’s head. The headless chicken writhed noisily all over the kitchen table as Abdul’s wife watched with horror.

His wife, frantic and shaking with a mixture of fear and rage, shouted at Abdul "You idiot, you fool, you stupid African, you killed that poor chicken? Why? Why? I demand an explanation now!."

Abdul, visibly angry, and still foaming from the mouth, shouted back at his wife: "Woman, you will die at number three. You have two left." Then he matched around the kitchen admiring his knife as his wife, now scared to hell, very quietly tiptoed to the front door, opened the door, and ran out. That was two years ago and nobody has seen her since.

hmmm

You took too long to make ur point. Even half way i knew where d joke waz goin besides, its recycled.

how many jokes are not recycled on Nairaland? Even all ur jokes @Migines

Well. . .

:oMINGLES or whats your name?This joke for sure was not recycled Ever since that wife of yours left you, you've had too much peace that you can't cope no more, never mind, you'll get a recycled and upgraded version of your wife soon enough.

@shagger
thanks man dat will be kool
@ayus
tell dat to d site i get d jokes 4rm, beta still ask urself "a'int i lieing"

@sahgger am very much around

life couldnt be sweeter widout him you know

Datts my darling.

Make your jokes shorter and to the point please.

thankyou miss lecturer we really appreciate ur analysis

pls leave the class

clemcykul:

thankyou miss lecturer we really appreciate your analysis

please leave the class

Thanks clemcy she's just unproductive.

Really.

Im sure you guys didn't even read the joke, you just read the replies.

and its not even funny!!

Naijagurly:

I'm sure you guys didn't even read the joke, you just read the replies.

and its not even funny!!

what where you here for. TELLS US?

im here to actually find a joke thats funny. but i guess thats not gonna happen.

I might just take my business elsewhere.

Naijagurly, though i dont like you. But what do u say, why not we go bla bla bla bla bla bla ourselves. Maybe that would make u fell better.

Tope Ashewo.