After havin' sprog nummer 'leven, a scurvy landlubbin' shackin' up couple decided t'was enough, as they could'n afford a larger bed. So t'bloke wentt'his sawbones and told him that he and his buxom beauty didn't wantt'have no more sprogs.
T'sawbones told him thar was a nad tyin' procedure called a vasectomy that would fix t' problem but it took a wad of booty to pay for'n it. Fur near t-nuthin', the sawbones spake, the bloke wast'go home, take'n one of them large Chinese poppycrackers, light it, put it in a grog jug, then hold t'jug upt'his ear and countt'10.
T'bloke says't't'sawbones, "B'Jayzus, I may not be t'smartest guy in t'world, but I don't see how puttin' a Chinese poppycracker in a grog jug nextt'me ear be goin't'help me."
"Trust me, it will do t'job", said t'sawbones."
So t'bloke went home, lit a Chinese poppycracker and put it in a grog jug. He held t'can upt'his ear and begant'count: "1, 2, 3, 4, 5," at which point he paused, placed t'grog can a'tween his legs so's he could continue countin' with his other hand.
Posted by notGeorge at September 19, 2003 01:45 PMgroan.....
Posted by: Susie at September 19, 2003 09:20 PM