The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #59418   Message #1209583
Posted By: Rapparee
17-Jun-04 - 09:36 PM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Damn, and here I wanted to see a couple of guys standing better than fifty meters apart, swinging great big chain saws.

Oh well.

Here's something else, instead:

An Englishman is being shown around a Scottish hospital during the
Great War. At the end of his visit, he is shown into a ward with a
number of patients who show no obvious signs of injury. He goes to
examine the first man he sees, and the man proclaims: "Fair fa' yer
sonsie face, Great chieftain e' the puddin' race! Aboon them a' ye tak
your place, painch tripe or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o' a grace as
lang's my arm."
    The Englishman, somewhat taken aback, goes to the next patient,
and immediately the patient launches into: "Some hae meat, and canna
eat, And some wad eat that want it, But we hae meat and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit."
    This continues with the next patient: "Wee sleekit cow'rin
tim'rous beastie, O what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start
awa sae hasty, Wi bickering brattle I wad be laith to run and chase
thee, Wi murdering prattle!"
    "Well," the Englishman mutters to his Scottish colleague, "I see
you saved the psychiatric ward for the last."
    "Nay, nay," the Scottish doctor corrected him, "this is the
Serious Burns unit."