#145: Christmas: The politically-correct party



FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director
TO: All Employees
DATE: December 12
RE: Christmas Party

I'm happy to inform you that the company Christmas Party will take
place on December 23, starting at noon in the private function room at
the Grill House. There will be a cash bar and plenty of Oupa's mampoer
for free!

We'll also have a small band playing traditional carols... feel free
to sing along. And don't be surprised if our CEO shows up dressed as
Santa Claus! A Christmas tree will be lit at 1:00pm. Exchange of gifts
among employees can be done at that time, however, no gift should be
over R10.00 to make the giving of gifts easy for everyone's pockets.

This gathering is only for employees!

Our CEO will make a special announcement at that time!

Merry Christmas to you and your family,


FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director
TO: All Employees 13
DATE: December
RE: Holiday Party

In no way was yesterday's memo intended to exclude our Jewish employees.
We recognize that Chanukah is an important holiday that often coincides
with Christmas, though unfortunately not this year. The same policy
applies to any other employees who are not Christians or those still
celebrating Reconciliation Day.

However, from now on we're calling it our "Holiday Party."
There will be no Christmas tree present and no Christmas carols sung.
We will have other types of music for your enjoyment.

Happy now?

Happy Holidays to you and your family,


FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director
TO: All Employees
DATE: December 14
RE: Holiday Party

Regarding the note I received from a member of Alcoholics Anonymous
requesting a non-drinking table... You didn't sign your name!

I'm happy to accommodate this request, but if I put a sign on a
table that reads "AA Only", you wouldn't be anonymous anymore.
How am I supposed to handle this? Somebody?

Forget about the gift exchange, no gift exchanges are allowed since the
union members feel that R10.00 is too much money and executives believe
R10.00 is very little for a gift.




FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director
TO: All Employees
DATE: December 15
RE: Holiday Party

What a diverse group we are!

I had no idea that December 20 begins the Muslim holy month of Ramadan,
which forbids eating and drinking during daylight hours. There goes the

Seriously, we can appreciate how a luncheon at this time of year does
not accommodate our Muslim employees' beliefs. Perhaps the Grill House
can hold off on serving your meal until the end of the party - or else
package everything for you to take home in a little foil doggy bag.
Will that work?

Meanwhile, I've arranged for members of Weight Watchers to sit farthest
from the dessert buffet and pregnant women will get the table closest
to the restrooms.

Gays are allowed to sit with each other (Yes, there will be a flower
arrangement for the Gay men's table). Lesbians do not have to sit with
Gay men, each will have their own table.

To the person asking permission to cross dress, no cross-dressing
allowed though!

We will have booster seats for short people.

Low-fat food will be available for those on a diet. We cannot control
the salt used in the food, we suggest for those people with high blood
pressure to taste first.

There will be fresh fruits as dessert for Diabetics, the restaurant
cannot supply "No Sugar" desserts.

Sorry! Did I miss anything?!?!?



FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director
TO: All Employees
DATE: December 16
RE: HolidayParty

So December 22 marks the Summer Solstice... what do you expect me to do,
a tap-dance on your heads? Fire regulations at the Grill House prohibit
the burning of sage by our "earth-based Goddess-worshiping" employees,
but we'll try to accommodate your shamanic drumming circle during the
band's breaks.




FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director
TO: All Employees
Date: December 17
RE: HolidayParty

People, people, nothing sinister was intended by having our CEO dress
up like Santa Claus! Even if the anagram of "Santa" does happen to be
"Satan," there is no evil connotation to our own "little man in a red
suit." It's a tradition, folks, like boerewors at braais or broken
hearts on Valentine's Day.

Could we lighten up? Please?????????

Also the company has changed its mind in making a special announcement
at the gathering. You will get a notification by e-mail and in your
pay slip after we have discussed it with the unions.



FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director
TO: All #%&$ing Employees
DATE: December 19
RE: The %#*&^%@*%^ Holiday Party

I have no #%&*ing idea what the announcement is all about. What the
#&^!@ do I care ... I KNOW WHAT I AM GOING TO GET!!!!!!!!!!!!

You change your e-mail address now and you're dead!!!!!!!!!!!! No
more changes of address will be allowed in my office. Try to come in
and change your address, I will have you hung from the ceiling in the

Vegetarians!?!?!? I've had it with you people!!! We're going to keep
this party at the Grill House whether you like it or not, so you can
sit quietly at the table furthest from the "grill of death," as you
so quaintly put it, and you'll get your #$%^&*! Salad bar, including
hydroponic tomatoes. But you know they have feelings, too. Tomatoes
scream when you slice them. I've heard them scream. I'm hearing them
scream right now! HA!

I hope you all have a rotten holiday! Drive drunk and die, you hear

The B I t c h from HELL!!!!!!!!


FROM: Joan Bishop, Acting Human Resources Director
TO: All Employees
DATE: December 20
RE: Patty Lewis and Holiday Party

I'm sure I speak for all of us in wishing Patty Lewis a speedy recovery
from her stress-related illness and I'll continue to forward your cards
to her at the sanatorium. In the meantime, management has decided to
cancel our Holiday Party and give everyone the afternoon of the 23rd
off with full pay.

Happy Holidays!



[Contributed by Mark]



#136: South Africa: I was the law (but the law won)

Two men appeared in a South African court after they were unmasked
as bogus lawyers, having called a magistrate "your majesty" and asking
him to explain the term "previous convictions".

Goodman Mokoena and Moses Moloi fooled staff at the Katlehong Magistrate’s
Court south of Johannesburg when, dressed in black robes, they appeared
before the bench to represent a client charged with assault.

Mokoena told the court he was a lawyer and said Moloi was his assistant.

But the Johannesburg daily The Star reported that their cover wore thin
when Mokoena addressed the magistrate as "your majesty", instead of the
accepted title of "your honour". The twosome’s luck ran out completely
when Mokoena asked the magistrate what he meant by "previous convictions".

When the two failed to provide a business address, telling the magistrate
they had just moved, he had them arrested.

The two who turned out to be unemployed appeared in court charged with
impersonating legal officers. They both opted to have lawyers represent
them in their case.

[Ripped from the "Out of Africa International" newsletter]


#135: South Africa: Nutless in George

Night in cell costs man his testicle

A man who was put in a police cell for the night for being
drunk in public has had one of his testicles bitten off in
an attack at a police station in George in the Western Cape.

Johan Badenhorst, 29, is now in hospital after doctors failed
to re-attach the bitten-off gonad. He said the man attacked him
while he was locked up in a police cell with seven other people
for public drunkenness.

The full story can be read at


#097: South Africa: Hotspot

One question, though, about this sign in Centurion -
is it there to warn unsuspecting motorists, or
as good business advice to prospective criminals?


#096: South Africa - That's my boy!

A South African is drinking in a New York bar when his
cellphone rings. He hangs up - grinning from ear to ear -
and orders a round for the whole bar, announcing that his
wife just gave birth to a 12kg baby boy.

Nobody can believe the weight but the South African just
shrugs and says, "we make 'em big back home, okes". "My
boy's typically South African".
Congrats are showered on him and many exclamations of "WOW"
are heard. One woman even faints due to sympathy pains.

Two weeks later the South African returns to the same bar.
Barman says, "We were going to call you, everyone's been
making bets as to how much your 12kg son weighs now."

The proud father answers that he now weighs 10kg's.

The barman, puzzled and concerned, asks, "What happened,
he already weighed 12kg on the day he was born?"

The South African father takes a slow swig from his long
neck Castle beer, wipes his lips on his khaki shirt, leans
over to the bartender and says " Had him circumcised, boet!"


[Contributed by Thomas]



#095: South Africa - Communication of the ancients

After digging to a depth of 100m last year, Russian scientists
found traces of copper wiring dating back 1000 years and came
to the conclusion that their ancestors already had a telephone
network 1000 years ago.

So as not to be outdone, American scientists dug to 200m, and
headlines in the US newspapers read: "US scientists have found
traces of 2000 year old optical fibres and have concluded that
their ancestors already had advanced high-tech digital telephone
1000 years earlier than the Russians."

One week later, the South African press reported the following:
"After digging as deep as 500m, South African scientists have
found absolutely nothing. The government has concluded that 5000
years ago their ancestors were already using cellular phones due
to cable theft problems.

[Again, thanks to Peter for this new version...]


#094: South Africa - Lungwich as it ees spoken in palamunt

Officials of the New South African government have come to
realise that the current status of having 11 official languages in
the New South Africa is impractical.

A new language was thus introduced.

This is the English as it is now spoken on television and radio.
The recently published New Suth Effrican Deekshunry defines
these new weds. Here are some extracts and examples of their
usage in the official New Suth Effrican lungwich:

Bad - you sleep on it in the badroom
Beds - mossies, doves, sea-gulls etc
Beg - container, as in shopping beg, hend-beg, tog-beg
Ben - to set alight
Chealdren - our future is in their hands
Chetz - where worshippers go on Sundays
Cuds - you can play poker or rummy with them
Cut - a small donkey-drawn vehicle
Debben - city in KwaZulu Natal
Deekshunry - where you find weds
Detty - opposite of clean
Driva - holds the steering wheel of a teksi
Duck - very duck at night when the lights are all off
Ebben - you get ebben erriors and rural erriors
Effrican - from the continent of Africa
Erriors - districts, e.g. ebben erriors
Ewways - eg. SAA, Comair, Lufthansa etc
Fems - companies, e.g., Anglo-American
Fest - the one before second and third
Fok - used with nifes
Fum - you can fum with ship or kettle
Fumma - he owns the fum
Guddin - where you grow kebbijees
Geave - you MUST geave, I WILL take
Get - a hinged device in a fence
Hair - as opposed to heem
Heppi - state of elatement, e.g. I'm so heppi - I just voted
Hiss - masculine form of hairs
Hubba - where sheeps dock
Jems - little bugs that give you the flu
Kah - what you drive around in
Kebbijees - vegetable
Keptown - some think parliament doesn't belong there
Kettegry - in a system of classification
Kipper - one who kips, as in goal kipper
Kleenix - where nesses wek
Kot - where the judges sit
Len - to acquire knowledge
Leeda - as in Arwa Leeda, Mbeki the president
Lungwich - weds what are spokkin
Nesses - they wek in kleenix and hospitals
Pee pull - powa to da pee pull
Peppa - one way to get the news
Pesson - one of pee pull
Pees - symbolised by white dove
Pees-Tox - between IRA and Tony Blair
Reeva - e.g. Limpopo, Vaal, Orange
Regime - anything to describe pre-1994
Ree kwest - replaced by dee mands
Sheep - big boat
Shex - houses in squatter camps
Ship - provider of wool
Shuck-attak - if the shuck-net is brokkin
Shuck-nets - at Debben, for safety of sweemas
Spitch - what politicians make at a relly
Sweemas - compete in a sweeming pul
Teksi - kah for hire - sometimes parrot teksi
Thest - ice cold Coke will relieve it on a hot day
Tipic ally - characteristically
Tocks - negotiations
Ummy - military force
Wee men - ladies
We pon - a gun
Wean-dow - with glus for throwing bricks through
Weaner - the one with the most votes
Weds - what the dictionary is made up of
Wekkas - do the wek
Weld - the whole eth
Wems - small crawly creatures

[Thenks to Peter for this new weshan!]


#093: South Africa - Survival Guide for World Summit delegates

"The Jhblive Survival Guide for World Summit Delegates"

By Steve Blues

First of all let me welcome you all to the vibrant, bustling metropolis
that is affectionately known as the Gangster's Paradise by its residents.

As a fellow foreigner who has made this urban African sprawl my home for
the past decade I am well placed to fill you in on all the real information
you need to ensure a safe and enjoyable stay. So far, you have been the
unsuspecting victim of a public relations whitewash. Johannesburg is not
a tourist haven full of happy, smiling and accommodating rainbow people
desperately awaiting their opportunity to make your stay more enjoyable.

In fact, quite the opposite is true.

So, if you should choose to wander out from the protective womb of the
Sandton Security Enclave and don't have the luxury of police escorts,
heavily armed bodyguards and fawning South African government officials
to ensure your taste of the local flavour is a pleasant one then please
take note of the following:


Like any other big city in the world, getting laid is simply a case of
how much you are prepared to pay and for what. But, like everything else
in Johannesburg, the search for sexual gratification has a nasty little
twist in the tail. We have the highest incidence of the most lethal
sexually transmitted disease on the planet, AIDS.

Luckily though, our erudite State President has determined that getting
infected with HIV does not, in fact, cause AIDS. It is rather caused by
the social-economic conditions that our poor and destitute endure.
Therefore, if you shag without a condom and contract the South African
version of the disease you don't have to worry about dying from it unless,
of course, you live in abject poverty in your own land.


The phrase "Public Transport System" is local slang for walking. If you
want to get around the city you only have two viable options, hire a
car or rent a taxi. Anyone not used to driving while under the influence
of super-charged aggression and reckless abandon is advised to take a taxi.
Be careful which type of taxi you end up in though. The minibus or "Zola
Budd" taxis are notorious for being driven by reincarnations of Japanese
kamikaze pilots and generally are about as roadworthy as a kit car built
by retarded chimpanzees.


Even though it is quite difficult to see much of the real Johannesburg
behind the labyrinth of American-style shopping malls that dominate the
city, the bulk of the local populace actually do most of their shopping
elsewhere. There are two main retail channels that should be de rigueur
for any delegate wanting to experience true local trading conditions.

The first unique local shopping channel will make itself apparent at
the very first traffic light you come to outside of the recently cleared
Sandton district. Do not panic when half a dozen people rush to your
car while you are stopped at a red light, as they are more likely to
be informal sales representatives for cheap knock-offs than they are
car-jackers. The other distinctive local shopping experience can be
found in that ragged lump on the pavement that you initially thought
was a pile of discarded rubbish. Hawkers are the lifeblood of our
local retail market but I do not advise buying anything perishable
from them.


Johannesburg is the modern day tower of Babel. A total of 11 (yes...
eleven!) official languages are utilised by the locals, 10 of which
are complete gibberish to anyone north of the Tropic of Capricorn. We
even have one language that consists mainly of loud clicking sounds and
another that seems to have been developed purely to permanently damage
the vocal chords of the uninitiated. Luckily though, most locals speak
a dialect of English known as Souff Effricen Ingleesh and while this
is largely unintelligible to most of the English speaking world you
should be able to get away with vigorous hand gestures and the following
handy phrases:

"Hola" which means hello
"Foot-sack" which means goodbye, and...
"Jou donder se bliksem se moer" which is a traditional greeting exchanged
between road users.

Tourist Sites:

If it weren't for the recent casino developments this would be an extremely
short section. Most of the historical or cultural sites the city has
produced during its short history have been vandalized, stolen or neglected
to the point where locals are totally oblivious to their existence.
In fact, the closest thing to an historic landmark we have left are the
chalk outlines left behind by the police investigating yet another
cash-in-transit robbery.

The city was once famed for its plethora of mine dumps (massive yellow
mountains of highly toxic waste) left over from the gold mining industry
but, sadly, these have largely been removed. It gives some insight into
the collective mind of Johannesburg residents when you grasp the fact
that the mine dumps were not removed for health or environmental reasons
but purely because some clever bugger figured out how to extract more
gold from them.


Our local currency is called the Rand and holds the dubious distinction
of being one of the few global currencies where the paper it is printed
on is actually worth more than the money it represents. The Rand,
ironically, does present a good investment opportunity for the business
savvy delegate. Instead of exchanging your left over Rands for your own
hard currency on departure (unless you need a good laugh that is) rather
take the local notes home with you and realize a healthy profit by
selling them to your nearest paper recycling plant.

Personal Safety:

Unfortunately, for a number of naïve foreigners looking to savour the
taste of the real Johannesburg, the taste turns out to be remarkably
similar to that of cold steel or hot lead. That said, there are very
few cities in the world where it is advisable for the tourist to wander
about with half an African country's GDP dangling from their necks in
the form of expensive cameras and so on. The best advice I can give you
is to leave all your valuables back in your hotel room and try to dress
like a local to fit in. Surprisingly, South Africans only ever wear
traditional African tribal dress when welcoming foreign dignitaries or
posing for postcard photographs. The rest of the time they spend wearing
easily recognisable global brand fashions such as Diesal, DKNI, Pollo,
Juess, Nikke and Guci.


Contrary to the generally ill-formed opinion of most of the civilized
world, African wildlife does not ordinarily roam the streets terrorising
the local citizenry. In order to view lions, elephants, antelope and the
like, Joburger's do what most urbane people do and go to the local zoo.

There are a few small game reserves around the outskirts of the city but
the sense of being one-with-nature is rather spoiled by the squatter
camps and heavy industrial plants that encroach on the view. However,
all is not lost for the ardent pursuer of a unique wildlife experience.
Delegates should simply get onto any highway heading east of the city,
take any off-ramp after they have reached Benoni and enjoy interacting
with a group of people that make you wonder why anthropologists haven't
located the missing link yet.

Health Care:

South Africa's world-class medical universities provide the finest medical
training available on the African continent. This is of little comfort
however, since a large number of these highly trained doctors promptly
emigrate to Canada, Australia or Great Britain upon graduation. If you
don't have Dollar based insurance cover to pay the exorbitant medical
fees that keep the riff-raff out of our private health care system then
you had better not need medical attention while you are here. Ending up
at the mercy of Johannesburg's understaffed, under funded and ill-trained
public health system is probably the scariest thing that could possibly
happen to you. Even if you need emergency open-heart surgery you are
probably better off grabbing a sharpened spoon, a bucket of boiling
water and a copy of The Beginner's Guide To Heart Surgery.


There can be no denying that Johannesburg has one of the finest climates
a population could hope for. The occasional chilly snap through the
June - July period is considered to be winter even though it would be
considered summer in most Northern Hemisphere countries. The balance of
the year is dominated by sunny skies, which encourage the outdoor lifestyle
that most South Africans have come to love. It is unfortunate though that
the global pollution you guys were supposed to curb at the last Summit
over a decade ago continues unabated and the ozone layer continues to
thin alarmingly. This means that any exposure to the South African sun
between the hours of 10am and 3pm is one of the most carcinogenic
experiences known to man.


As the economic epicenter of a sports-mad nation Johannesburg boasts
some of the finest sporting facilities to be found on the African
continent. No matter what your sporting passion there is bound to
be a world-class facility within a few kilometers of where you are
staying. There are however, a few unusual local sporting customs you
should respect. Firstly, it is customary to dig up a portion of your
chosen playing field prior to your game and bury an assortment of
entrails, herbs and excretement under it in order to ward off evil
spirits. The second South African sporting convention dictates that you
have to be either a grumpy, argumentative and downright sore loser or
an insufferable, gloating winner. If you are participating in or
watching a sport regulated by a referee, umpire, judge or similar
then it is considered polite to physically assault them, usually
while the game is in progress.

[Lifted off the 'net]



#064: Sex - The pursuit of women

Two builders - Jakes and Koos - are working at the top of
a high rise building site in Sandton. Jakes turns to Koos
and says, "I've gotta take a piss but there's nowhere to go."

"Walk out to the end of that plank," replies Koos, "I'll stand
on this end and balance it."

"Are you sure, Koos?"

"Ja, it's allraait, organised."

So out goes Jakes to take a piss but before he's finished the
lunch siren sounds. Koos forgets what he's supposed to be doing
and steps off the plank.

Jakes, of course, is a goner.

Several months later an Australian, a Frenchman and a South
African are sitting in a bar discussing which of their respective
Nations chase women the hardest.

Wazza the Aussie says, "Mate, I've been known to miss a piss-up
session down at the pub with me mates trying to crack on the

Pierre the Frenchman says, "Non, non, non! We French chase ze
women weeth much zest and geev to zem gifts of love like champagne
to ween zeir affection. Eet eez us for sure!"

Meanwhile Mark the South African sits laughing and says, "No-no,
you okes are both wrong. The other day I was walking past this
building site at home, following these two gorgeous-looking birds
and this guy came plummeting from the sky with his dick in his hand,
screaming 'POOOOOOOEESSSS!'"

[Submitted by Senior]


#063: South Africa - Vrot eiers

One day Meraai wanted to bake a cake, but she ran out of eggs.
So she went to her usual grocery store in the dorp where she lived.

As she walked in, the owner, Gatiep, was there and she asked him
for a dozen eggs. She went back home and baked the cake. To her
surprise the eggs were rotten, so she went back to the store and
this time Gatiep wasn't there but his wife, Sera, was there.

Meraai approached the lady and said "Wiet djy, djou man het
vrot eiers?"

Sera, obviously shocked and upset said "Hoe wiet djy my man hy
het vrot eiers!?"

Meraai replied, "Kom ruik my koek!"

[Submitted by Stephen]


#062: South Africa - The evils of drugs

Gatiep and Frankie were picked up by the cops for smoking
dope and appeared in the magistrate's court on Friday before
the judge.

The judge said, "You seem like nice young men, and I'd like
to give you a second chance rather than jail time. I want
you to go out this weekend and try to show others the evils
of drug use and get them to give up drugs forever. I'll see
you back in court on Monday."

On Monday the two guys were back in court, and the judge said
to Frankie, "How did you do over the weekend?"

"Well, Your Honour, I persuaded 17 people to give up drugs

"17 people? That's wonderful! What did you tell them?"

"I used a diagram, Your Honour. I drew two circles like
this: O and o... and told them this (the big circle) is
your brain before drugs and this (small circle) is your
brain after drugs."

"That's admirable!" said the judge.

To Gatiep the judge said, "And you, how did you do?"

"Well, Your Honour, I persuaded 156 people to give up drugs

"156 people! That's amazing! How did you manage to do that?"

"Well, I used a similar approach. I drew two circles:
o and O and said (pointing' to the small circle) "this is
your asshole before going to prison..."

[Submitted by Tom]


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