LOOKS better that way lol neighhhhhboootherr lol
@~*Lucky*~ wrote:
This bloke is sitting reading his Daily Record newspaper 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 fur the piece of paper in yir trooser pockets with the name Mary-J written oan it,” said she.
Don’t be daft,” he explains, “two weeks ago when I went to the races Mary-J 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.
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