My Auntie se sussie ....................
Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 10:05 pm
My Auntie se sussie is siek , she is a bietjie amborstig , it comes wif the family from the days of the groot griep , but now too make a long storie short she is in the hospital in Suuny side and I must take my auntie to visit hers sussie . I dont drife in the stad so we park the big six Corina by the groen ma and he drop us off bt the hospitaal in Pretoria . We must take the Broeklyn 9 bus back when we is finish ,
Ja the hospitaal is maar a vervelige plek spesiaal when the womes talk womens stories and all the nusies is black , nofing to look at you no.Itis not long before we have to go so I stand ouside and the blerrie sopeedkop is giving tickets to all the cars on the pavement .
As I get out the spietkop is besig om n kaarjie te skryf .
I walks to him and I say in nice boeretaal , Ag kom nou meneer , ... Kan jy nie n man n kans gee nie ?ek kom nie veel innie stad nie en nou wraggies dit ....
Maar hy is steen gesig en bly net skryf .
Si Calls him npampoenkop met die geloof van n aasvoel . He ignor me like I ignor a stopstreet en begin to rite a nother ticket .for the tyers of the car what is n bietjie smoof.
So I calls him n idioot wat op die strate rondle met niks beter om te doen en boonop daarvoor betaal word .
He staar my koud en begin n derde tieket skryf for the crakes on the front window of the car.
I keeps him occupied for so about twenty minutes till my auntie comes .
The mor I skel him the mor he rites the tickets
Vetgat , lamsak , moer verby Ik Boepens en much more make his face and neck swel up and change to a purpel and reddish coulour .His blood presure it clims to unheard of highs and still he rite moer etickets
Just before het get a hart attack the Broeklyn bus stop an me an my auntie we clim in
Ja life is too serious so every day I try to have some fun it is important
Lekker bly innie stad julle blikslaers
Wit willem
Ja the hospitaal is maar a vervelige plek spesiaal when the womes talk womens stories and all the nusies is black , nofing to look at you no.Itis not long before we have to go so I stand ouside and the blerrie sopeedkop is giving tickets to all the cars on the pavement .
As I get out the spietkop is besig om n kaarjie te skryf .
I walks to him and I say in nice boeretaal , Ag kom nou meneer , ... Kan jy nie n man n kans gee nie ?ek kom nie veel innie stad nie en nou wraggies dit ....
Maar hy is steen gesig en bly net skryf .
Si Calls him npampoenkop met die geloof van n aasvoel . He ignor me like I ignor a stopstreet en begin to rite a nother ticket .for the tyers of the car what is n bietjie smoof.
So I calls him n idioot wat op die strate rondle met niks beter om te doen en boonop daarvoor betaal word .
He staar my koud en begin n derde tieket skryf for the crakes on the front window of the car.
I keeps him occupied for so about twenty minutes till my auntie comes .
The mor I skel him the mor he rites the tickets
Vetgat , lamsak , moer verby Ik Boepens en much more make his face and neck swel up and change to a purpel and reddish coulour .His blood presure it clims to unheard of highs and still he rite moer etickets
Just before het get a hart attack the Broeklyn bus stop an me an my auntie we clim in
Ja life is too serious so every day I try to have some fun it is important
Lekker bly innie stad julle blikslaers
Wit willem
