Martin, have a little joke you might enjoy.
There was this Scotmans and this English gentleman that lived next door to each other.
The Scotsman owned a pet goose.
One day the goose crossed over into the Englishman's yard and layed an egg.
The Scotsman, upon fetching his goose noticed the egg in his neighbors yard and tried to retrieve it.
But the Englishman rebuffed the Scotsmans attempt to retrieve the egg by saying that it was in his yard, thus it was his egg.
Well you can imagine the banter that ensued as to who's goose, who's yard, etc.
Finally the Scotsman informs the Englishman he has a solution. "In his country they apply a boot to the other fella's crotch and the one that stays on the ground the longest, loses the argument." he states.
"Fair enough" says the Englishman.
OK, says the Scotsman, I'll go first. He steps back a few paces, takes a running start and plants a size 10 square in the Englishman's groin.
He's wallowing around on the ground for the better part of an hour, wreathing in pain, and finally captures his composure enough to get to his feet, and in a high pitch voice says, "Ok, now it's your turn"
To which the Scotsman replies, "Ah, keep the egg." |
