What's up Dave?
Fri Feb 11, 2011 2:40 am
Dave was staring sadly into his pint of Foster's and sighed heavily.
“What’s up Dave” asked the publican… It’s not like you to be so down in the mouth”
“It’s my four year old son…” Dave replied.
“Don’t tell me, he’s in trouble for fighting in school? – my lad’s just the same – forget about it, it happens to boys that age” said the publican, sympathetically.
“ I only wish it was that” continued Dave, “ but it’s far worse than that. The little
has got our gorgeous 18 year old next door neighbour pregnant.”
“Get away, that’s impossible!” gasped the publican
“It’s not” said Dave…
“What’s up Dave” asked the publican… It’s not like you to be so down in the mouth”
“It’s my four year old son…” Dave replied.
“Don’t tell me, he’s in trouble for fighting in school? – my lad’s just the same – forget about it, it happens to boys that age” said the publican, sympathetically.
“ I only wish it was that” continued Dave, “ but it’s far worse than that. The little
has got our gorgeous 18 year old next door neighbour pregnant.”“Get away, that’s impossible!” gasped the publican
“It’s not” said Dave…
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