A Little Trini Humor...
(my young cousin sent this to me):
Wild Meat for Lent - Trinis not easy nah
Each Friday night after work, Charlo wud fire up his outdoor grill and cook wild meat.
But, all of Charlo's neighbors were Catholic....And since it was Lent, dey was forbidden from eating meat on Good Friday .
De delicious aroma from de wild meat was causing such a problem for de Catholic faithful that dey finally talked to their priest. De Priest came to visit Charlo, and suggested that he become a Catholic.
After several classes and much study, Charlo attended Mass .....and as de priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, "You was born a Baptist, and raised a Baptist, but now you are a Catholic."
Charlo's neighbors was greatly relieved, until next Good Friday night arrived, and de wonderful aroma of Tatoo filled de neighborhood. De priest was called immediately by de neighbors, and, as he rushed into Charlo's yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to bouf him, he stopped and watched in amazement.
There stood Charlo, clutching a small bottle of holy water which he carefully sprinkled over de grilling meat and chanted: "You wuz born a Tattoo, you wuz raised a Tattoo, but now you is a saltfish."
Wild Meat for Lent - Trinis not easy nah
Each Friday night after work, Charlo wud fire up his outdoor grill and cook wild meat.
But, all of Charlo's neighbors were Catholic....And since it was Lent, dey was forbidden from eating meat on Good Friday .
De delicious aroma from de wild meat was causing such a problem for de Catholic faithful that dey finally talked to their priest. De Priest came to visit Charlo, and suggested that he become a Catholic.
After several classes and much study, Charlo attended Mass .....and as de priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, "You was born a Baptist, and raised a Baptist, but now you are a Catholic."
Charlo's neighbors was greatly relieved, until next Good Friday night arrived, and de wonderful aroma of Tatoo filled de neighborhood. De priest was called immediately by de neighbors, and, as he rushed into Charlo's yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to bouf him, he stopped and watched in amazement.
There stood Charlo, clutching a small bottle of holy water which he carefully sprinkled over de grilling meat and chanted: "You wuz born a Tattoo, you wuz raised a Tattoo, but now you is a saltfish."
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