Swifty is this more to your liking??
(to be read in a scottish preferably glaswegian accent)
This bloke is sitting reading his Daily Record newspaper when his wife sneaks up behind him and whacks him on the head with a frying pan.
Whit wiz that fur?" he cries.
"That wiz for the piece o paper in yir trooser pockets wi the name Mary-Rose written oan it," said she.
Don't be daft," he explains, "twa weeks ago when I went tae the races Mary-Rose wis the name o one o' the horses I bet on ...
Swifty is this more to your liking??
(to be read in a scottish preferably glaswegian accent)
This bloke is sitting reading his Daily Record newspaper when his wife sneaks up behind him and whacks him on the head with a frying pan.
Whit wiz that fur?" he cries.
"That wiz for the piece o paper in yir trooser pockets wi the name Mary-Rose written oan it," said she.
Don't be daft," he explains, "twa weeks ago when I went tae the races Mary-Rose wis the name o one o' the horses I bet on."
She seems satisfied and apologises, and goes off to do work around the house.
Three days later he's again sitting in his chair reading when she nails him again with the frying pan, knocking him out cold. When he comes around, he ays, "whit the hell wiz that fur?"