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I love jokes. (Master is telling the jokes very funny.) Huh? (Master telling jokes is fun to listen to.) Yeah. Telling a story is also an art. (Yes.) Otherwise, it would not be funny. […]
It was about 2 or 3 AM but Mr. Tám Cà Lăm was still tossing and turning, could not sleep. His wife asked, “What is going on, why are you tossing and turning and not sleeping?” Mr. Tám said, “My God, I owe the neighbor 5,000 dollars. I promised to pay him back tomorrow morning, but I still don’t have the money yet.” His wife said, “My God, I thought there was something else, but this one is easy. Let me handle it for you.” […]
The teacher called up a student named Bóng Độn. I changed his name to Bóng Độn. The teacher scolded Bóng Độn, “Why can’t you remember by heart the geography article, which is so short? So this time I have to punish you. You have to write that article twenty times, and give it back to me tomorrow afternoon.” Then the next day, that guy Bóng Độn came up to the teacher. He gave to the teacher only ten articles. The teacher scolded him so badly and said, “Why didn’t you listen to me? You didn’t study the lesson well, so I told you to write it twenty times. How come there are only ten here?” Bóng Độn said, “Dear teacher, I am very bad at math too. I could not count correctly!” […]
