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A True Trini To D Bone
A Trini US Marine stationed in Iraq recently received a “Dear
John” letter from his Trini girlfriend back in Brooklyn. It read
as follows:
“Dear Leroy,
I cya continue our relationship. De distance between us just
too great. I hav tuh admit dat ah horn yuh twice, since yuh
gorn, and it eh fair tuh eeder ah we. Ah sorry. Yuh could
return de picture ah me dat ah did send yuh?
Love
Gwendolyn”
The Marine, with hurt feelings, asked his fellow Marines for
any snapshots they could spare of their girlfriends, sisters, ex-
girlfriends, nen-nens, cousins etc. In addition to the picture
of Gwendolyn, Leroy included all the other pictures of the
pretty girls he had collected from his pardners. There were
57 photos in that envelope.... along with this note:
“Dear Gwendolyn,
Ah rell sorry, buh ah cya remember yuh nuh. Please take yuh
picture from de pile, and den send de rest back tuh me.
Take Care,
Leroy “
Ah True True Trickidadian
Jonesy buy a donkey from Ramsingh, a old farmer pardner,
for $300. Ramsingh agree to deliver the donkey the next day.
Next day, Ramsingh drive up and said, “Sorry Jonesy but I
have some bad news. The donkey dead.’’
“Well gie me back meh money,’’ said Jonesy.
“Worse news boy, I went and spen it already.’’
“OK, then. Just unload the donkey.’’
“Wha yuh go do wid him?’’ asked Ramsingh.
“You doh worry, I go raffle him.’’
“You cyar raffle a dead donkey. Yuh mad or what!’’
“Who say so...you makin joke. Watch me. I ent tellin
nobody he dead,’’ said Jonesy.
A month later Ramsingh bounce up Jonesy in the market.
“Jonesy, wha happen with yuh dead donkey boy?’’
Jonesy replied, “Ah raffle him off nuh. Ah sell 500 tickets at
five dollars and ah rake in $2,500.’’
“Nobody eh make noise?’’
“Only de fella who win. So ah gie him back he five dollars!’’
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Trini Style
Trini walks into a bar in Miami, orders three Caribs and sits
in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in
turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and
orders three more.
The bartender approaches and tells him, “You know, a beer
goes flat after I draw it; it would taste better if you bought
one at a time.” The Trini replies, “Well, you see, I have two
bredders. One in Toronto, the other in London, and I here
in Miami. When we all left home, we promised that we go
drink this way to remember the days when we drank in St
James. So I drinks one for each ah meh bredders and one
for meh self.” The bartender admits that this is a nice Trini
custom, and leaves it there.
The Trini becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks
the same way: He orders three Caribs and drinks them in
turn. One day, he comes in and orders two Caribs. All the
other regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes
back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, “I
don’’t want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my
condolences on your great loss.”
Trini looks confused for a moment, then a light dawns in his
eye and he laughs. “Oh, no. Everyone’’s fine,” He explains,
“It’’s just that I made a change and I personally had to stop
drinking.
