BigGuyTok'n
Well-Known Member
Haven't read the last eight pages since my last visit, but you all sound too serious.
Here is a joke I just read:
British Hospitality...
An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and
explore the city on his own. He wanders around, seeing the sights,
occasionally stopping at a quaint pub to soak up the local culture, chat with the
locals, and have a pint of bitter.
After a while, he finds himself in a very nice neighborhood with
large and stately residences...no pubs, no stores, no restaurants, and worst of
all, NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS.
He really, really has to go, after all those pints of Guinness.
He finds a narrow side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent
buildings, and decides to use the wall to solve his problem.
As he is unzipping, he is tapped on the shoulder by a London
police officer, who says, "I say, sir, you simply cannot do that here, you
know."
"I'm very sorry, officer," replies the American, "but I really,
really have to go, and I just can't find a public restroom."
"Ah, yes," said the policeman..."Just follow me." He leads the
American to a back delivery alley to a gate, which he opens.
"In there," points the policeman. "Go ahead sir, anywhere you
like." The fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden
he has ever seen: Manicured grass lawns, statuary, fountains, sculptured
hedges, and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom.
Since he has the policeman's blessing, he relieves himself and
feels much more comfortable. As he goes back through the gate, he says to
the police officer, "That was really decent of you...is that what you
call English hospitality?"
"No sir..." replies the police officer, "...that is what we call
the French Embassy."
Here is a joke I just read:
British Hospitality...
An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and
explore the city on his own. He wanders around, seeing the sights,
occasionally stopping at a quaint pub to soak up the local culture, chat with the
locals, and have a pint of bitter.
After a while, he finds himself in a very nice neighborhood with
large and stately residences...no pubs, no stores, no restaurants, and worst of
all, NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS.
He really, really has to go, after all those pints of Guinness.
He finds a narrow side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent
buildings, and decides to use the wall to solve his problem.
As he is unzipping, he is tapped on the shoulder by a London
police officer, who says, "I say, sir, you simply cannot do that here, you
know."
"I'm very sorry, officer," replies the American, "but I really,
really have to go, and I just can't find a public restroom."
"Ah, yes," said the policeman..."Just follow me." He leads the
American to a back delivery alley to a gate, which he opens.
"In there," points the policeman. "Go ahead sir, anywhere you
like." The fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden
he has ever seen: Manicured grass lawns, statuary, fountains, sculptured
hedges, and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom.
Since he has the policeman's blessing, he relieves himself and
feels much more comfortable. As he goes back through the gate, he says to
the police officer, "That was really decent of you...is that what you
call English hospitality?"
"No sir..." replies the police officer, "...that is what we call
the French Embassy."
