2 Scotland The Brave

Scotland The Brave

In Scotland, we have a rather raw sense of humour that you either get or you do not. Today I share one or two examples.

A young boy came home from school and told his mother he had been given a part in the school play.

"Wonderful," says the mother, "What part is it?" 

The boy says, "I play the part of the Scottish husband!" 

The mother scowls and says: "Go back and tell your teacher you want a speaking part."

 
There was a notice put up in the local bank.

 "We would like to thank all our customers for baring with us through the recent refurbishment."

(If you didn't spot the joke, the spell checker won't help either)

And lastly.

The Sunday School teacher asked her class if they would like to go to heaven? All the hands went up except little jimmy.

"Do you not want to go to heaven Jimmy?' asked the teacher.

"No," says Jimmy, " My mum says I have to go straight home after Sunday School."

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