The weATher-beaten sailor alighted from his boat and headed for the pub. People in the street were giving him a wide berth because he stank of fish. The bouncer at the pub, holding his nose, cried out "Avast, me hearty, you can't come in here at present. There's a wedding reception taking place." "But it's my daughter getting married", answered the sailor, "I'm entitled to boast about her in there." "Ah, sorry mate, I had been warned about you arriving. Here, there's a shower room and a smart outfit for you to change into right here. You should be able to join the reception in time for the toast", responded the bouncer.
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