Honeymoon couple are on holiday in Jamacia, strolling round a market when they're approached by a 'Looky Looky' trader.
Looky, looky he say's to the couple, winking. I have de magic sandals for sale. Dae make you go like de stallion!
The groom sees the glint in his young brides eye and promptly buys a pair.
'These are the very chaps for me!' He declares.
Without delay he kicks off his trainers and dons the magic sandals.
Instantly he gets the horn, grabs the Looky Looky by the dreadlocks and throws him over a bamboo table, face down.
He whips down the poor Rasta's trunks, deploys his weapon, and proceeds to thrust furiously and mercilessly into the poor traders hoop as his new wife stares on in horror and disbelief.
Unable to stop, he screams at the trader, while still pumping away, and demands a full refund for faulty goods.
'De sandals are fine'!! The poor Rasta cries in agony.
You just have dem on de wrong feet!!!!!!!!!
