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A Coloured, Whitey and an Indian sit in a restaurant.
They're staring at another man sitting on his own at a table in the corner. He looks so familiar, and not recognising him is driving them mad. They stare and stare, until suddenly the Coloured twigs: "My goodness that is the POPE!" Sure enough, it is the POPE.
Thrilled, they club in and send him over the best chow on the menu. The Pope accepts the food, smiles over at the three men, and starts eating. After he's finished eating, the Pope approaches the trio.
He reaches for the hand of the Durban Indian and shakes it, thanking him for the food.
When he lets go, the Indian gives a cry of amazement: "My Goodness! The arthritis I've had for 30 years is gone. It's A miracle!"
The Pope then also shakes the White's hand, thanking him. As he lets go, the man's eyes widen in shock. "It's true mate!!, The bad back I've had all my life is Completely gone. It's a freaking miracle!"
The Pope then approaches the Coloured who knocks over a chair and a table in trying to get away from the Pope.
"What's wrong?" asks the Pope.
The Coloured shouts, "Djy raakie aan my nie, ek's op a disability grant!!!"
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Opel Club Cape Town Member
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