A rastaman goes into a bank with the intention to open an account, The clerk ask the rastaman, do you have an id to open an account,the rastaman replies, no mon, I and I nuh belive inna dem ting deh, cause I and I nuh wha no problems wid Babylon.The clerk replies, well sir, in order for you to open a bank account with us, we need some type of identification, The rastaman with a look of confusion, goes deep into his pockets,searching for something to give to the clerk. The rastaman pulls out a joint and hands it to the clerk, The clerk shocked, Whats this sir! The rastaman replies, I and I deh yah fi open a joint account.
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