Dear Nigerians,
Skipping that South African film costs you nothing.
It’s the easiest protest you’ll ever make, a way to stand for the Nigerians being disenfranchised over there.
Having attended our inquiry hearings, spoken with so many survivors, read our report?
I have never been more convinced that the very worst rape gang offenders should not be deported.
A Restore British Government, with the British people’s approval, will put them to death.
Bank Manager: “Sir, why is there a chicken in the vault?”
Customer: “That’s Gerald.”
Bank Manager: “I gathered that.”
Customer: “People usually ask his name first.”
Bank Manager: “Why is Gerald in the vault?”
Customer: “For security.”
Bank Manager: “Against what?”
Customer: “The thief.”
Bank Manager: “What thief?”
Customer: “The one who keeps stealing from my safety deposit box.”
Bank Manager: “That’s impossible.”
Customer: “That’s what I said the first three times.”
Bank Manager: “Three times?”
Customer: “Three times.”
Bank Manager: “And you reported this?”
Customer: “Repeatedly.”
Bank Manager: “We investigated.”
Customer: “You investigated the box.”
Bank Manager: “Yes.”
Customer: “You should’ve investigated the people with keys.”
Bank Manager: “Sir—”
Customer: “So I set a trap.”
Bank Manager: “With a chicken.”
Customer: “With Gerald.”
Bank Manager: “How is a chicken a trap?”
Customer: “Gerald bites strangers.”
Bank Manager: “That’s ridiculous.”
Security Guard: “Actually, he’s very aggressive.”
Bank Manager: “You’ve met the chicken?”
Security Guard: “Unfortunately.”
Bank Manager: “Please tell me nobody approved this.”
Customer: “Nobody approved it.”
Bank Manager: “Wonderful.”
Security Guard: “The thing is… it worked.”
Bank Manager: “What worked?”
Security Guard: “The trap.”
Bank Manager: “How?”
Security Guard: “At 11:42 p.m., someone opened the box.”
Bank Manager: “And?”
Security Guard: “Gerald attacked.”
Customer: “Good bird.”
Bank Manager: “Chickens aren’t birds for security purposes.”
Security Guard: “The thief ran through the lobby screaming.”
Bank Manager: “Who was it?”
Security Guard: “Assistant manager.”
Bank Manager: “The assistant manager?”
Assistant Manager: “In my defense, I didn’t know there was a chicken.”
Customer: “That was the whole point.”
Bank Manager: “You caught an employee stealing from customers… with a chicken.”
Customer: “With Gerald.”
Assistant Manager: “He’s still staring at me.”
Customer: “He remembers.”
Bank Manager: “I’m updating every policy in this bank.”
Gerald: “Bawk.”
Customer: “He says that’s fair.”
This is Victoria Wright. Diagnosed with Cherubism at age 4, a rare genetic condition affecting facial bone growth, she faced intense bullying.
Instead of letting it define her, she studied law and became a powerful advocate for facial equality.
Teacher: “Why were you absent yesterday?”
Student: “I was at my own funeral.”
Teacher: “Try again.”
Student: “I was at my own funeral.”
Teacher: “You’re sitting right here.”
Student: “That’s what confused everyone.”
Teacher: “I’m already regretting asking.”
Student: “Understandable.”
Teacher: “Explain.”
Student: “Someone posted online that I had died.”
Teacher: “And people believed it?”
Student: “Apparently.”
Teacher: “Without checking?”
Student: “You’d be surprised.”
Teacher: “So where does the funeral come in?”
Student: “My relatives organized a memorial.”
Teacher: “In one day?”
Student: “My family is very efficient.”
Teacher: “And nobody called you?”
Student: “My phone was dead.”
Teacher: “Of course it was.”
Student: “When I arrived, there were flowers.”
Teacher: “You’re joking.”
Student: “I wish.”
Teacher: “What did you do?”
Student: “I walked in.”
Teacher: “And?”
Student: “My aunt fainted.”
Teacher: “Reasonable.”
Student: “My cousin screamed.”
Teacher: “Also reasonable.”
Student: “My grandfather asked if ghosts could eat cake.”
Teacher: “What?”
Student: “There was memorial cake.”
Teacher: “There was cake?”
Student: “A surprisingly good one.”
Teacher: “Please stay focused.”
Student: “Sorry.”
Teacher: “How did the rumor start?”
Student: “That’s the best part.”
Teacher: “I’m afraid to ask.”
Student: “The post wasn’t even about me.”
Teacher: “Then why did everyone think it was?”
Student: “We have the same name.”
Teacher: “Someone else died?”
Student: “Yes.”
Teacher: “That’s horrible.”
Student: “It gets worse.”
Teacher: “How?”
Student: “The other guy was alive too.”
Teacher: “…”
Student: “He showed up halfway through.”
Teacher: “There were two dead people at the same funeral?”
Student: “Three, actually.”
Teacher: “Three?”
Principal: “Can someone explain why half the town attended my funeral yesterday?”
Teacher: “I’m going home.”