| Re: Jokes
The proverbial Englishman, Irishman and Scotsman are on the run from the law, pegging it across Dartmoor having escaped from prison, with the fuzz in hot pursuit, dogs baying and snarling not far behind them. Through the suitably atmospheric mist, they see a small farmer's shack in the corner of a field.
"Quick! In there!" says the Scotsman.
"What? But that's too obvious, they'll know we're in there, and then there'll be no escape!" says the Irishman.
"Trust me, boys, I've got a plan," the Scotsman replies, and they run into the shack. Inside they find several large burlap sacks, and the Scotsman begins to climb into one.
"That's the most rubbish disguise I've ever seen," says the Englishman. "They're sure to know it's us in here."
"No, really, trust me lads," the Scotsman says. "Just do as I do."
He climbs into the sack, and the other two look at each other, shrug and climb into their own sacks. In only a few seconds, the dogs are at the door, barking and growling, and the officers aren't far behind.
One of the policemen takes one look at the sacks, takes his truncheon and gives the first one a good knock.
"Meow! Meeeow!" says the Scotsman inside.
"Aww, that's just a little pussy cat," he says to himself. He then gives the second one a whack. The Englishman, who's inside, cottons on and replies with "Woof! Woof woof!"
"Ah, that's just a little puppy dog," says the policeman. The Irishman's been listening, and is smiling to himself - he knows what to do now. The truncheon comes down on the third sack...
...and the Irishman shouts "Potatoes! Potatoes! Potatoes!" |