Post by russktm on Mar 31, 2007 23:26:57 GMT 1
This bloke is sitting reading his Daily Record when his wife sneaks up
>>behind him and whacks him on the head with a frying pan.
>>
>>
>>"Whit wis that fur?" he cries.
>>"That wis for the piece of paper in yir trooser pockets with the name
>>Mary-Rose written oan it," said she.
>>"Don't be daft," he explains, "two weeks ago when I went to the races
>>Mary-Rose wis the name of one o' the horses I bet on.
>>" She seems satisfied and apologises, and goes off to do work around
>>the house.
>>Three days later he's again sitting in his chair reading when she nails
> him
>>again with the frying pan, knocking him out cold.
>>When he comes around, he says, "whit the hell wis that fur?" "Your
>>horse phoned!" she said.
>>behind him and whacks him on the head with a frying pan.
>>
>>
>>"Whit wis that fur?" he cries.
>>"That wis for the piece of paper in yir trooser pockets with the name
>>Mary-Rose written oan it," said she.
>>"Don't be daft," he explains, "two weeks ago when I went to the races
>>Mary-Rose wis the name of one o' the horses I bet on.
>>" She seems satisfied and apologises, and goes off to do work around
>>the house.
>>Three days later he's again sitting in his chair reading when she nails
> him
>>again with the frying pan, knocking him out cold.
>>When he comes around, he says, "whit the hell wis that fur?" "Your
>>horse phoned!" she said.
