Potpourri 3
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What the Brits think of each other
Les Britanniques se regardent!
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The Scots keep the Sabbath,
and everything else
they can get their hands on!
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The Welsh pray on their knees
and on their neighbours!
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The Irish don't know what they want,
but will fight for it, anyway!
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The English regard themselves as a self-made nation,
which relieves the Almighty
of a terrible responsibility!

Proud Father
Fier père.

A husband, so proud of the fact that his wife had given birth to 6 children,
begins to call her "mother of six" rather than by her first name.
The wife, amused at first, chuckles.
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A few years down the road, the wife has grown tired of her husband's description.
"Mother of six," he would say, "Get me a beer!"
"Hey mother of six, what's for dinner tonight?"
This type of situation persisted to a boiling point.
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Finally, while attending a party with her husband, he jokingly yelled out,
"Hey mother of six, I think it's time to go!"
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The wife seized the moment and shouted back,
"I'll be right with you -- father of four!"
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Police Stories....Romans policiers
 A police officer in a small town stopped a motorist who was speeding down Main Street.

"But officer," the man began, "I can explain."

"Just be quiet," snapped the officer. "I'm going to let you cool
your heels in jail until the chief gets back."

"But, officer, I just wanted to say--,"

"I said to keep quiet! You're going to jail!"

A few hours later the officer looked in on his prisoner and said,
"Lucky for you that the chief's at his daughter's wedding.
He'll be in a good mood when he gets back."

"Don't count on it," answered the fellow in the cell.
"I'm the groom."
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              Officer's First Patrol

                         A rookie police officer was assigned to ride in a cruiser with an experienced partner.
A call came over the car's radio telling them to disperse some people  who were loitering.

                         The officers drove to the street and observed a small crowd standing on a corner.
The rookie rolled down his window and said, "Let's get off the corner."

                         No one moved, so he barked again, "Let's get off the corner!"
Intimidated, the  group of people began to leave, casting puzzled glances in his direction.
Proud of  his first official act, the young policeman turned to his partner and asked,
"Well, how did I do?"

                         "Pretty good," replied the veteran, "especially since this was a bus stop."
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The (crazy) language of Shakespeare!!

La langue (folle) de Shakespeare

You may like this little treatise on the lovely language we share and commonly use.

 The bandage was wound around the wound.
The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
 I did not object to the object.
There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.
 I shed a tear in the shed.
How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend.
There is no egg in an eggplant, no ham in a hamburger and neither apple nor pine in a pineapple.
English muffins were not invented in England nor French fries in France.
Sweetmeats are candies, while sweetbreads, which are not sweet, are meat.
Quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
The plural of tooth is teeth, so why isn't the plural of booth beeth?
 One mouse, four mice, hence one house four hice?
 One goose, two geese, so one moose, two meese?
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital ?
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are the opposite?
You surely have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up while it burns down,
in which you fill in a form by filling it out
and in which an alarm goes off by going on!

And so on... ad absurdum.


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