acidblade
June 11, 2006, 10:57 PM
After all of the background checks interviews and testing were done
there
were three finalists: An American man, an English man and a Jamaican
man.
For the final test, the CIA agents took the American man to a large
metal door and handed him a gun.
We must know that you will follow our instructions,
no matter what the circumstances. Inside this room you will
find
your wife sitting in a chair You have to kill her." The
American
said
You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife" The
Agent replies," Then you're not the right man for this job.
" The English man was given the same instructions. He
took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five
minutes.
Then the English man came out with tears in his eyes "I tried
blokes,
but I can't kill my wife", The Agent replies, "You don't have
what it takes, take your wife and go home."
Finally, it was the Jamaican's turn, he took the gun and went
into
the room. Shots were heard, one shot after another.
Then they heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls.
After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there
stood the
Jamaican. He wiped the sweat from his brow and said
Unnuh neva tell mi di bloodcl**t gun was loaded
wid blanks!!",
A beat mi haffi beat har pu**ycl**t to death wid di r*ss chair!!"
there
were three finalists: An American man, an English man and a Jamaican
man.
For the final test, the CIA agents took the American man to a large
metal door and handed him a gun.
We must know that you will follow our instructions,
no matter what the circumstances. Inside this room you will
find
your wife sitting in a chair You have to kill her." The
American
said
You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife" The
Agent replies," Then you're not the right man for this job.
" The English man was given the same instructions. He
took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five
minutes.
Then the English man came out with tears in his eyes "I tried
blokes,
but I can't kill my wife", The Agent replies, "You don't have
what it takes, take your wife and go home."
Finally, it was the Jamaican's turn, he took the gun and went
into
the room. Shots were heard, one shot after another.
Then they heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls.
After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there
stood the
Jamaican. He wiped the sweat from his brow and said
Unnuh neva tell mi di bloodcl**t gun was loaded
wid blanks!!",
A beat mi haffi beat har pu**ycl**t to death wid di r*ss chair!!"