Topic: It's a Butchers' Life. | |
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An elderly woman comes into the butcher's shop and asks, "Could I have a pound of sausages?"
The butcher replies, "Sorry madam, we're right out of sausages." "OK", she says, "Could I have a pound of kidley?" The butcher replies, "Surely madam you mean a pound of kidney." "Didle aye say that?", returns the woman, "Also could I have a pound of sausages?" The butcher replies, "Sorry madam, we're right out of sausages." "Oh right", says the woman, "I'll bet you ten, no, twenty that you can't get me a sirloin off that top shelf, without using a ladder." The butcher replies, "Sorry madam, I'm not a gambling man." "Why not?" she asks. The butcher replies, "Because the steaks are too high." "Oh, then give me a pound of sausages. Please." "Can you just humour me, madam and spell these words containing the letter F?" "OK" she replies. He says, "Furniture". She says, "f-u-r-n-i-t-u-r-e" He says, "Flood". She says, "f-l-o-o-d" He says, "Sausages" She says, nothing for a moment. Then nothing for another moment. Then she says, "There's no F in sausages." The butcher replies, "I've been trying to tell you that for the last half hour." |
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![]() ![]() ![]() At first I didn’t get it , until I re read the last bit |
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