Showing posts with label dabshaat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dabshaat. Show all posts

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Dabshaat: Part Four



Why do idiots (ie. 6afayleh/5alayleh/sa3aydeh) always fast the second day of Ramadan and skip the first?



Because the first day of Ramadan is always the hardest.

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This dabsheh was brought to you by Zain. *cheesy tone follows*
And the rather ironic image is an ad by Burger King.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Dabshaat: Part Three

مرة أستاذ عبقري راح على مدرسة للمتميزين منشان يختبرهم.

دخل على الصف و سألهم: إيش في إشي بطير؟

رفع ولد إيدو و قال: الحمامه يا أستاذ

قال الأستاذ: غلط. شو بشتغل أبوك؟

رد الطالب: دكتور يا أستاذ

قال الأستاذ: شايفين، إذا إبن دكتور و هيك

رفع طالب اخر إيدوا و قال: العصفور

رد الأستاذ: غلط! إيش بشتغل أبوك؟

قال الطالب: مهندس

قال الأستاذ: إغس، إذا إبن مهندس و هيك

طالب دواوين رفع إيدوا و قال: التمساح يا أستاذ

قال الأستاذ: يلعن شكلك، شو بشتغل أبوك

رد الطالب: مدير المخابرات يا أستاذ

قال الأستاذ: على فكره، التمساح إذا شد حيلو بقدر يطير

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Some Dabshaat (I+II)

Conversations In Men's Cubicles

I was barely sitting down when I heard a voice from the other
stall saying: "Hi, how are you?"

I = Me, M = Man In Other Cubicle

I: "Doin' just fine!"
M:"So what are you up to?"

I: "Uhhh, I'm like you, just traveling!"

M: "Can I come over?"
I: "No... I'm a little busy right now!"

Then I hear the guy say nervously...

"Listen, I'll have to call you back. There's an idiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my questions!"

The Advantage of being an Arab

An old Arab lived close to New York City for more than 40 years. One day, he decided that he would love to plant potatoes and herbs in his garden, but he knew he was alone and too old and weak.

His son was in college in Paris, so the old man sent him an e-mail explaining the problem: ” Beloved son, I am very sad, because I can’t plant potatoes in my garden. I am sure, if only you were here, that you would help me and dig up the garden for me. I love you, your father .”

The following day, the old man received a response e-mail from his son: "Beloved father, please don’t touch the garden. That is where I have hidden the THING. I love you, too, Ahmad."

After detecting the e-mail, the FBI stormed the house of the old man and took the whole garden apart, searching every inch. But they couldn’t find anything. Disappointed, they left the house.

The next day, the old man received another e-mail from his son: "Beloved father, I hope the garden is dug up by now and you can plant your potatoes. That is all I could do for you from here. Your loving son, Ahmad."