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Suddenly one of them grabs his chest in agony and falls to the ground and is unconcious.
His mate in a panic calls the Emergency Services on his mobile....
"Help!....it's my friend....I think he's had a heart attack....I think he's dead.....I don't know what to do..."
"Calm down...calm down ", says the Operator, "Can you speak slowly and clearly and calmly so we can get all the information we need. First of all, is he actually dead? "
"I think so", says the panicking friend, "I'm pretty sure".
"Then can you positively make sure he's dead", says the Operator.
The phone goes quiet for a few seconds and she hears a loud gunshot.
The guy then comes to the phone and says, "OK, he's dead."
Another children’s innocent one, I recently collected in Venice, Italy, from my brothers kids.
On a dark stormy Venetian night, a nun is crossing a bridge over the windy canal, her black cloak and robe flattering and snapping in the wind. A drunk spots her and waits until she’s close enough; then jumps out and punches her knocking her down and out. As the nun lies unconscious at his feet, the drunk disappointedly complains: “hic- I thought you’d be stronger than that... Batman!!”
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