The best way to tell your boss you killed his mom
One early morning, Jack received a call from his farm caretaker john. Their conversation was as follows:
Jack: hello, who’s this?
John: its John at the farm.
Jack: ah John! Is everything alright?
John: I just wanted to tell you that your parrot is dead!
Jack (surprised): omg! You mean the one I bought in china?
John: yes boss!
Jack (sympathetic): oh well, I paid quite a fortune for that bird. How did he die?
John: from eating rotten meat
Jack (confused): what? Who was so mean to give him rotten meat?
John: no one! It was from one of the dead horses!
Jack (confused): what dead horses?
John: those pure breeds at the farm!
Jack (shocked): you mean my Italian stallions are dead? What happened?
John: they must have died from all that work pulling the water cart to quench the fire!
Jack (very angry): wtf! John, what fire are you talking about man?
John: the fire that burnt down your farm-house!
Jack (very shocked): oh crap! How did it start?
John: the fire was started by a candle!
Jack (very confused): wait a minute john! We have electricity at the farm and we even have a backup generator! What was the candle for?
John: it was for the funeral!
Jack (very angry): who’s bloody funeral?
John: your mother’s sir! One night, she came out of the blues and i thought she was a thief! So I shot her!
