A Martian, an American and a Pakistani got arrested consuming alcohol which is a severe offence in Saudi Arabia. So for the terrible crime they are all sentenced 20 lashes each of the whip. As they were preparing for their punishment, the Sheik announced: "It's my first wife's birthday today, and she has asked me to allow each of you one wish before your whipping."
The American was first in line, he thought for a while and then said: "Please tie a pillow to my back." This was done, but the pillow only lasted 10 lashes & the American had to be carried away bleeding and crying with pain.
The Pakistani was next up. After watching the American in horror he said smugly: "Please fix two pillows to my back." But even two pillows could only take 15 lashes & the Pakistani was also led away whimpering loudly.
Martin the Martian was the last one up, but before he could say anything, the Sheikh turned to him and said: "You are from a most beautiful part of the world and your culture is one of the finest in the world. For this, you may have two wishes!"
"Thank you, your Most Royal and Merciful highness," Martin replied. "In recognition of your kindness, my first wish is that you give me not 20, but 100 lashes."
"Not only are you an honourable, handsome and powerful man, you are also very brave." The Sheik said with an admiring look on his face. "If 100 lashes is what you desire, then so be it.
"And what is your second wish?" the Sheik asked.
Martin smiled and said, "Tie the Pakistani to my back" !!!
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Martian Job Interview
the Martian goes for a job interview in an office. The interviewer starts with
the basics. "So, can you tell us your age, please?"
Martin counts carefully on his fingers for half a minute before replying.
"Um ... 26."
The interviewer tries another straightforward one to break the ice. "And
can you tell us your height, please?"
Martin stands up and produces a measuring tape from his handbag. He then
traps one end under his foot and extends the tape to the top of his head.
He checks the measurement and announces, "Five foot eight!"
This isn't looking good so the interviewer goes for the real basics;
something the he won't have to count, measure, or lookup. "Just to confirm
for our records, your name please?"
Martin bobs his head from side to side for about fifteen seconds, mouthing
something silently to himself, before replying, "Martin!"
The interviewer is completely baffled at this stage, so he asks, "What
were you doing when I asked you your name?"
"Oh, that!" replies the Martin," I was just running through that song, '
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear.....'".
the basics. "So, can you tell us your age, please?"
Martin counts carefully on his fingers for half a minute before replying.
"Um ... 26."
The interviewer tries another straightforward one to break the ice. "And
can you tell us your height, please?"
Martin stands up and produces a measuring tape from his handbag. He then
traps one end under his foot and extends the tape to the top of his head.
He checks the measurement and announces, "Five foot eight!"
This isn't looking good so the interviewer goes for the real basics;
something the he won't have to count, measure, or lookup. "Just to confirm
for our records, your name please?"
Martin bobs his head from side to side for about fifteen seconds, mouthing
something silently to himself, before replying, "Martin!"
The interviewer is completely baffled at this stage, so he asks, "What
were you doing when I asked you your name?"
"Oh, that!" replies the Martin," I was just running through that song, '
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear.....'".
