Ah Beng went for an job interview for a sales job. When the manager saw Ah Beng's colourful attire, his mind screamed, "Not this man!!"
Nevertheless he still had to entertain Ah Beng. So he told Ah Beng, "If you can form a sentence using the words I give you, then I will give you a chance!"
"The words are "Green, Pink, Yellow, Blue, White, Purple, Black".
Ah Beng thought for a while and said "I heard the phone go green, green, and then I went to pink up the phone and said Yellow. Blue's that? White did you say? Sorry, wrong number. Don't purplely disturb people and don't call Black, ok?"
Ah Beng got the job.
Q: what is pink and fuzzy?
A: Pink Fuzz
Q: What is blue and fuzzy
A: no not blue fuzz, that would b stupid, it's pink fuzz holding its breath
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