9/02/09
Posted: 09 Feb 2009, 22:09
A wee Glesga boy comes home from school and tells his mother he's been given a part in the school play.
'Wonderful. Whit part is it?' she asks
The boy says, ' I play the part of the Scottish husband ' .
The mother scowls and says,
'Go back an' tell that teacher you want a speaking part!
Bitter experience
and
This bloke is sitting reading his 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 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 seemed
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.
'Wonderful. Whit part is it?' she asks
The boy says, ' I play the part of the Scottish husband ' .
The mother scowls and says,
'Go back an' tell that teacher you want a speaking part!
Bitter experience
and
This bloke is sitting reading his 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 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 seemed
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.
