I worked with a chap years ago (he went in with the cakes and came out with the buns), and one day we watched him at lunch picking the bits of onion out of French onion soup. What are you doing that for ? I asked. Because I don't like onions."Mick, for god's sake why don't you just tell your wife that you don't like cheese and pickle?" and Mick replies "what would I do that for Paddy, I make them myself".
An Englishman, Scotsman and Irishman are working on a building site...Did I?! That's the entire joke as long as I've known it
I used to know a guy who ran a small coach company and he regularly ran mystery tours with 1 or 2 nights away. He often had potential customers call him before booking a ticket to ask, often very insistently, where the tour was headed. He never told them, but never let them know this was because he didn't know himself. He always waited until a couple of days before the tour and rang round different hotels to find out where he could get the best deal.A coach load of paddys on a mystery tour decided to run a sweepstake to guess where they were going..... the driver won £52!
Actually, a chap on my bike forum was out for the day in the wilds of Yorkshire. He said he had a sore chest and felt a bit sick, but cycled the 20 miles home, washed and dried the bike then went to the doctor. Oh looks like youve had 3 small heart attacks.This one struck a cord