A gag for the lancs among us its a dialect thing.
MUM – “Go to the shops and buy a steak & kidney pie!”
BOY – “Fray Bentos?”
MUM – “No! Fray ‘Co-op”
And my favorite of this week, told to me in a thick Belfast accent .
Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like he’d just been run over by a train. His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken, his face is cut and bruised and he’s walking with a limp.
“What happened to you?” asks Sean, the bartender.
“Jamie O’Conner and me had a fight,” says Paddy.
“That little hit, O’Conner,” says Sean, “He couldn’t do that to you, he must have had something in his hand.”
“That he did,” says Paddy, “a shovel is what he had, and a terrible lickin’ he gave me with it.”
“Well,” says Sean, “you should have defended yourself, didn’t you have something in your hand?”
“That I did,” said Paddy… “Mrs. O’Conner’s breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight.”
And to be fair
A couple are playing ‘I spy’ in the kitchen of their home somewhere in Yorkshire.
‘I spy with my little eye something beginning with T’ said the husband.
“Tea pot said the wife.” ‘Nay Lass!’
“Tea towel.” ‘Nay Lass!’
“Toaster.” ‘Nay Lass!’ he said, drumming his fingers on the work top.
“Oh I don’t know” she said at long last “I give in”
‘It’s easy’ he said. ‘It’s t’oven!’
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