Just got this in my inbox from Dale and I just had to share it!
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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An easy mistake to make!
It's enough to make you blubber. (Geddit?)
A Welshman, a sheep, and a dog were survivors of a terrible shipwreck. They found themselves stranded on a desert island.
After being there a while, they got into the habit of going to the beach every evening to watch the sun go down. One particular evening, the sky was red with beautiful cirrus clouds, the breeze was warm and gentle; a perfect night for romance.
As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to the Welshman. Soon, he leaned over to the sheep and put his arm around it. But the dog got jealous, growling fiercely until the welshman took his arm from around the sheep. After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the sunsets together, but there was no more cuddling.
A few weeks passed by, and lo and behold, there was another shipwreck. The only survivor was a beautiful young woman, the most beautiful woman the Welshman had ever seen. She was in a pretty bad way when he rescued her, and with the sheep and the dog he slowly nursed her back to health. When the young maiden was well enough, they introduced her to their evening beach ritual. It was another beautiful evening: red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm and gentle breeze; perfect for a night of romance.
Pretty soon, the Welshman started to get "those feelings" again. He fought them as long as he could, but he finally gave in and leaned over to the young woman, cautiously, and whispered in her ear...
"Could you take the dog for a walk?"
Better not come over here any time soon, Cro! ;)
Yep! I think I do, SP. ;)
Oh, (groan!) you had better not come over here any time soon either, YP!
Hee hee - made me chuckle
Me too, Elaine. :)
He'll keep quiet next time.
If he knows what's good for him, CW. ;)
I lived in a house where a student dwelt. One evening he disappeared to his room "to watch," he said, "a programme about Wales". The relatives and I sat down in our living room to watch a documentary about.....whales.
When realisation dawned, we invited the student to watch the programme in the body of the kirk.
:)
The joys of the english language, ZACL. ;)
Ha! Loved the jokes... all of them. Although probably not YP's so much. After hearing so many NewZealanders-and-sheep jokes, they pall a bit...
Yes, I can understand that, Katherine. ;)
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