BADAGRY?

A man went to Reddington Specialist Hospital in Victoria Island Lagos city Nigeria. There he saw a card advertising for a gynaecologist's assistant.

He became interested and therefore went to the clerk in charge to ask for details. The clerk answered very disinterestedly by reading out an already prepared answer which was more like a speech. The reply read ; the job you are looking for entails getting ladies ready for the gynaecologist basically. 

You have to help them undress out of their underwear and lay them on the examination table. 

You also have to carefully wash their private regions and apply shaving foam. 

Thereafter gently shave off her pubic hair, then rub in a soothing oil, so that they are ready for the doctor's examination.

The annual salary is N4.2 million.

If you are interested then you will have to go to Badagry.

He asked bewildered; Badagry, Ah! God , What for?

 is that where the job is?

 I don't even now where they call badagry street around here, he further said. The man already assumed that badagry was a street name close by.

The clerk chuckled and answered him; No sir.

There is no Badagry street around here. Look to your right, all those, are not waiting to see the doctor, they are for the same job as you. Simply join the cue and you will find your self in badagry town. You cant miss the it, because, from the information reaching me, that's where the cue ends

Yahoo pin

A conversation ensued between a couple after watching an advert on TV.
Woman: Honey this HIV thing is really real, you know.
Man: Sure it is.
Woman: You might want to avoid sharing sharp and unsterilised objects like your blackberry pin
Man: 'Oh that!', apparently lost to what his wife meant.
Woman: 'Yes', the woman reemphasised.
The man answered his companion with the intention of  putting her mind at rest,and stressing how safety conscious he is. He said: 'In fact, i don't share my pin at all, no matter how close. Neither do i take from others. I only give them my Yahoo pin because that is constantly soaked in antivirus like Dettol.

The place where they know better

A boy from Lagos city and another from Apete village in Ibadan were seated in a bus, side by side. Along the way, on the way to Abuja, they got talking.
The village boy was the friendlier of the two and more talkative. He asked ' where are you from?'
The city boy wanted to be cheeky, therefore he answered, 'from a place where they know better than to use a preposition at the end of a sentence'.

The city boy was by then wearing a grimace of satisfaction indicating that he had intimidated the village boy somehow with that response.

The village boy was quiet for a short while, then smiled and asked ' where are you from, fool?'