AskStupi

Who is Stupi ?

Stupi was not born. He fell out of a coconut tree. The guy who found him looked at him for an hour. He was asking himself if it was better to leave the whisky alone. Because what he saw could not be real. Then he heard a whisper: "Daddy...?" His heart melted and he took the bundle home. 

He was a poor man, with a little house and a small door. Every time he bumped his head when he entered. Also this time... Beng! 

His wife cried out: "Stupi !" (She could not pronounce the "D", because she missed her front teeth. ) Her husband, who had a head like a rock after bumping for already 6000 times, shouted: "That's a nice name for our new son!" And so Stupi got his name. And a lot more. 

He was surrounded by love. And when his father found a suitcase filled with dollars (probably lost by a drug dealer) he got everything money could buy. He went to the best schools in the world: Oxford, Harvard, Trinity. Where he kept the restrooms bright and shiny.

There he became restroom wise. Every professor and student who came in, taught him something. And after many years he could not only understand Einstein's relativity theory, but corrected it. He also learned to know everything about sex, drugs and rock & roll. And why penguins don't fly.

One of our staff members met him one day. And when he asked Stupi whether he could help our readers with their problems and could answer their questions, Stupi became enthusiastic. "Yes, yes!" he shouted. 

And that's why you have the unique opportunity to ask Stupi whatever you want. And don't be afraid. Because Stupi says: "There are no stupid questions, only stupid answers. And I have a lot of them."

So ask Stupi what you want to know...!

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 Readers ask Stupi:

"I love my wife very much. But I can't help it, I always look at other women. Even when my wife is present. And I behave like a 14-year old. My wife becomes angry and I have to sleep in the garage then. What can I do?

Richard.

Richard, you have several possibilities. One: You wear dark glasses from now on. And I mean DARK glasses. To move around, the best thing is to buy a trained dog. Two: dress in a Hawaii shirt and Mickey Mouse boxer shorts. No one will be in your presence anymore. Three: look in the mirror and know that even a dead turtle doesn't get excited of you anymore. 

 

Stupi, I have a butterfly collection. For more than twenty years I went all over the world to catch butterflies. Now my wife is tired of it. She wants to leave the house too from time to time. Worse: she wants me to get rid of my collection. Please give me advice.

Frank. 

Frankie, Frankie, it's so simple. Keep the best part of your collection and the best part of your wife. Throw the rest away! 

 

My friend always wants to have sex when we're on holiday. Almost every hour of the day. I want to see the country, the temples, museums and the sea, instead of the ceiling of my hotel room. Stupi, do you have a good idea?

Jean.

Jean, book a hotel room where they have the ceiling decorated with temples, museums and a beautiful blue sea. So you both have a fine holiday.

 

I have a dog and like to go to restaurants. I do not want to leave my dog at home. Most restaurants refuse to let my dog in. What can I do?

Harry.

Harry, put dark glasses on and say it's your guide-dog. They will let you both in. If they wonder about the fact that your dog is a Chihuahua, simply tell them you didn't know. You can't see, remember...

 

I like to gamble. but when I leave the casino I mostly have lost everything. I know how casino's work. But isn't there a system, with which I can win? Or at least still have money left when I'm standing outside a casino? 

Ireen.

Ireen, there is a way to leave the casino with money. This is what you should do: If you decide to take $500 to gamble in the casino, deposit half of it on my bank account. The next day I'll give you half of it back. So you still have $125 left ! You'll feel like a real winner. 

 

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