Fair point.
The joke doesn't sound tooo nasty, but I don't "get it"; it ends in "... throw bread at the planes", oui? What is the implication being made by our French funster?
Fair point.
That the other lot are stupid. Yes, feeding the aircraft as if they were live birds.
Cullybackey is not that far from me ( cycled through there many times ) and so in the north so the joke would sound likeAudax67 wrote: ↑24 Mar 2022, 4:18pm The version I know has it that two Cullybackey ducks were crossing the road. One says "quack quack" and the other replies "I'm cyomin' as quack as I cyon". They talk that way down there, or at least they did 50 years ago.
Another has an American serviceman stationed in Norn Iron during WW2, and housed in someone's spare room in a village. Bored stiff one evening, he spies a local girl sitting by a stream, sits down beside her and starts to chat. Since she's friendly enough they get on well, and presently he broaches the topic that is foremost on his mind:
- What do you do about sex around here?
- About sex we usually have our tea.
Nuff said.
And here in the back of beyond, the two main towns use each other. For example:
Thanks: I hadn't heard Thurso - Wick before.Pastychomper wrote: ↑25 Mar 2022, 10:20amAnd here in the back of beyond, the two main towns use each other. For example:
A mannie from Thurso was driving to Wick when he had a head-on collision with a Wick resident driving the other way. Fortunately nobody was hurt, but their cars ended up mangled in a ditch. The Wicker fished around in the remains of his car and pulled out a full bottle of whisky, somehow undamaged. He took it over to the other driver, saying "Look at this - our cars will be written off but here's you, me and this glass bottle miraculously unharmed. It's almost like a sign from the Almighty that we ought to forget our petty differences and celebrate our lives. Will you not have a drink with me?"
The Thurso man gratefully accepted and took a long draught from the bottle to steady his nerves. He tried to hand the bottle back, but the Wicker refused, saying "No, you hang on to it - I'm waiting until the police arrive."