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Date: Thu, 16 May 2002 12:07:45 -0400
From: Poly Valiant
Subject: BLAGUES-L: Six-Pack

Date: Sun, 29 Nov 1998 22:53:53 -0700
From: E.W. Smith

Hi, Jocelyn:

[...] from my lawyer friend Basil, of Edmonton.

Earle - Grande Prairie Ab

G'day Earle

Virtually no introduction on this story.  It speaks for itself.

George, Bob and Fred are working on a very high scaffolding.  Suddenly,
George falls off.  He is killed instantaneously.  After the ambulance
leaves with George's body, Bob and Fred realize they'll have to inform
his wife.

Bob says he's good at this sort of sensitive stuff, so he volunteers to
do the job.

After two hours he returns, carrying a six-pack of beer. "So did you
tell her?" asks Fred.

"Yep", replies Bob.

"Say, where did you get the six-pack?"

Bob informs Jeff. "She gave it to me."

"WHAT??" exclaims Fred, "you just told her that her husband had died and
she gave you a six-pack??"

"Sure," Bob says.

"WHY?" asks Fred.

"Well," Bob continues, "when she answered the door, I asked her, 'are
you George's widow?' 'Widow?', she said, 'no, no, you're mistaken, I'm
not a widow!' So I said: "I'll bet you a six-pack you ARE!'"

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