gsonique
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hit me later .....
"Fred goes on holiday to Africa one year. As he's stepping off the plane, he hears the distant sound of beating drums. "Ah!" he thinks, "Africa!" He turns to the flight attendant on the plane and asks, "tell me, do the drums ever stop beating?" "No!" replies the stewardess, frowning, "Drums stop - very bad!" With that, Fred makes his way down to the runway wondering what that was all about.
He gets his luggage and gets into a taxi to take him to his hotel. On the way he hears the distant drums beating again. Leaning forward to the taxi driver, he asks, "tell me, do the drums ever stop beating?”
The taxi driver slams on the brakes, brings the car to a halt and turns round, his forehead deeply furrowed. "No!" he cries. "Drums stop - very very bad!" Intimidated just a little, Fred doesn't pursue the matter any further and asks the driver to continue.
That night, while Fred is trying to get to sleep, the distant drumming creeps in through the window. Fred closes the window, but it doesn't help much. He doesn't get very much sleep, as much from the noise as from the eerie reactions he got from the stewardess and taxi driver. In the morning he makes his way, yawning, down to the dining room for breakfast. He spies a waiter serving coffee, and wanders up to him.
The drumming sound can be heard drifting across the dining room. "Tell me," inquires Fred in his most casual voice, "do the drums ever stop beating?" The waiter almost drops the coffee all over him. "NO!" he cries. "Drums stop - very very very bad!"
Fred decides to find out this time why it is such a terrible thing if the drums stop, and asks the waiter. The waiter looks at Fred as if he is mad, places the coffee down on the table and says, "drums stop... bass solo starts!"
"Fred goes on holiday to Africa one year. As he's stepping off the plane, he hears the distant sound of beating drums. "Ah!" he thinks, "Africa!" He turns to the flight attendant on the plane and asks, "tell me, do the drums ever stop beating?" "No!" replies the stewardess, frowning, "Drums stop - very bad!" With that, Fred makes his way down to the runway wondering what that was all about.
He gets his luggage and gets into a taxi to take him to his hotel. On the way he hears the distant drums beating again. Leaning forward to the taxi driver, he asks, "tell me, do the drums ever stop beating?”
The taxi driver slams on the brakes, brings the car to a halt and turns round, his forehead deeply furrowed. "No!" he cries. "Drums stop - very very bad!" Intimidated just a little, Fred doesn't pursue the matter any further and asks the driver to continue.
That night, while Fred is trying to get to sleep, the distant drumming creeps in through the window. Fred closes the window, but it doesn't help much. He doesn't get very much sleep, as much from the noise as from the eerie reactions he got from the stewardess and taxi driver. In the morning he makes his way, yawning, down to the dining room for breakfast. He spies a waiter serving coffee, and wanders up to him.
The drumming sound can be heard drifting across the dining room. "Tell me," inquires Fred in his most casual voice, "do the drums ever stop beating?" The waiter almost drops the coffee all over him. "NO!" he cries. "Drums stop - very very very bad!"
Fred decides to find out this time why it is such a terrible thing if the drums stop, and asks the waiter. The waiter looks at Fred as if he is mad, places the coffee down on the table and says, "drums stop... bass solo starts!"
