BJOTD
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Went to some friends for dinner on Saturday and the host told the following joke. I've tried to translate it into English but there might be a bit of prejudice missing. But I liked it - laughed my arse off - so I wanted to share: ----- Old Joe had been having problems on his farm. His problem was mice. Everywhere he looked - in the barn, the pantry, the dairy, even the chicken coop - he found hoards of mice. Mice on every possible surface and some on the impossible ones. So Old Joe goes to the village store. "Got sumik for mices?" "Have you tried good old-fashioned mouse traps?" asks the store man. "Tried 'em 'n' 'ey failed. Da mices use 'em t' launch 'emselves at t' cupbers in t' pantry" "You could try blocking up the holes." "Nem. Dems mices only take t' wood 'n' make seige-engines." "Well I don't know no more", says the store-man, "but you could go down yon town and ask the 'Terminator what to do." So Old Joe sets off for the town. It's a long walk and a thirsty walk. He stops in each village on his way for a glass and asks the same question, but gets the same answers. Eventually he gets to two and tracks down the 'Terminator. "Got sumik for mices?" Old Joe asks him. "Only one thing'll work for mice.", says the 'Terminator, "put this down where you have the most mice and by morning they'll all be dead and all you need to do is dig a pit and burn the corpses." So saying the 'Terminator gives Old Joe and a large wooden carving of a mouse. Unsure of its effectiveness but believing in the 'Terminator, Old Joe takes it home and places it reverently in the middle of the floor of his large barn. Being late of the clock he then retires to bed. In the morning, Old Joe wakes and goes down to the barn. When he peeks inside the door, the whole floor is covered with mice. Every darn one is lying feet in the air and cold as ice. So following his instructions, Old Joe digs a large pit, throws in all the dead mice, and sets them alight. That very day, Old Joe sets out to return to town. On meeting the 'Terminator the man is rather supprised. "What brings you back Old Joe? Didn't it work? Have you still got mice?" He asks, somewhat worried. "Oh no.", says Old Joe, "It worked a treat. I was just wondering if you had a wooden gypsy?"
Panic, Chaos, Destruction. My work here is done. Drink. Get drunk. Fall over - P O'H OK, I will win to day or my name isn't Ethel Crudacre! - DD
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Went to some friends for dinner on Saturday and the host told the following joke. I've tried to translate it into English but there might be a bit of prejudice missing. But I liked it - laughed my arse off - so I wanted to share: ----- Old Joe had been having problems on his farm. His problem was mice. Everywhere he looked - in the barn, the pantry, the dairy, even the chicken coop - he found hoards of mice. Mice on every possible surface and some on the impossible ones. So Old Joe goes to the village store. "Got sumik for mices?" "Have you tried good old-fashioned mouse traps?" asks the store man. "Tried 'em 'n' 'ey failed. Da mices use 'em t' launch 'emselves at t' cupbers in t' pantry" "You could try blocking up the holes." "Nem. Dems mices only take t' wood 'n' make seige-engines." "Well I don't know no more", says the store-man, "but you could go down yon town and ask the 'Terminator what to do." So Old Joe sets off for the town. It's a long walk and a thirsty walk. He stops in each village on his way for a glass and asks the same question, but gets the same answers. Eventually he gets to two and tracks down the 'Terminator. "Got sumik for mices?" Old Joe asks him. "Only one thing'll work for mice.", says the 'Terminator, "put this down where you have the most mice and by morning they'll all be dead and all you need to do is dig a pit and burn the corpses." So saying the 'Terminator gives Old Joe and a large wooden carving of a mouse. Unsure of its effectiveness but believing in the 'Terminator, Old Joe takes it home and places it reverently in the middle of the floor of his large barn. Being late of the clock he then retires to bed. In the morning, Old Joe wakes and goes down to the barn. When he peeks inside the door, the whole floor is covered with mice. Every darn one is lying feet in the air and cold as ice. So following his instructions, Old Joe digs a large pit, throws in all the dead mice, and sets them alight. That very day, Old Joe sets out to return to town. On meeting the 'Terminator the man is rather supprised. "What brings you back Old Joe? Didn't it work? Have you still got mice?" He asks, somewhat worried. "Oh no.", says Old Joe, "It worked a treat. I was just wondering if you had a wooden gypsy?"
Panic, Chaos, Destruction. My work here is done. Drink. Get drunk. Fall over - P O'H OK, I will win to day or my name isn't Ethel Crudacre! - DD
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