Post by CG Wendy on Mar 29, 2008 19:38:30 GMT
Conjoined Scottish twins Boaby & Davy go to France for a short holiday.
An on-duty Gendarme spots a hire car approaching the Champs Elysees with a rear light out.
He beckons the driver to pull over, which he does and winds his window down.
The officer has a good look inside the car and notices that the driver and passenger are conjoined twins.
Instead of making an issue over the dud light, he begins to engage in some friendly chat.
Gendarme: Ah, you are on 'oliday, my friends?
Davy: Aye, that's right big yin. We've been coming every September for the last 9 years.
Gendarme: So I guess you come to France to get away from ze rainy weather you have in Ecosse?
Davy: Naw, it nearly always pishes doon when we come here. Your weather's nae better than oors, in't that right Boaby?
Boaby: Aye.
Gendarme: Zen I take it you are 'ere to enjoy our delicious French food?
Davy: Naw, yer food's mingin big man. Everything reeks of garlic. We've brought a box full o' pieces to avoid eating your ****e.
Gendarme: Zen you must be here to drink our famous wines and cognac, surely?
Davy: Yer swally's boggin! We've hid tae bring a kerry oot. In't that right, Boaby?
Boaby: Aye.
Gendarme (by now ever so slightly bemused): Well in that case you must be here to see the Parisienne madamoiselles, ze most beautiful women in Europe?
Davy: Yer kiddin in't ye! The burds here are dugs, ah widnae touch them wae a ten fit pole big yin.
Gendarme (by now rather irate): Zen why do you people come to our country if everysing ees so bad?
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Boaby: It's the only chance oor Davy gets tae drive!
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An on-duty Gendarme spots a hire car approaching the Champs Elysees with a rear light out.
He beckons the driver to pull over, which he does and winds his window down.
The officer has a good look inside the car and notices that the driver and passenger are conjoined twins.
Instead of making an issue over the dud light, he begins to engage in some friendly chat.
Gendarme: Ah, you are on 'oliday, my friends?
Davy: Aye, that's right big yin. We've been coming every September for the last 9 years.
Gendarme: So I guess you come to France to get away from ze rainy weather you have in Ecosse?
Davy: Naw, it nearly always pishes doon when we come here. Your weather's nae better than oors, in't that right Boaby?
Boaby: Aye.
Gendarme: Zen I take it you are 'ere to enjoy our delicious French food?
Davy: Naw, yer food's mingin big man. Everything reeks of garlic. We've brought a box full o' pieces to avoid eating your ****e.
Gendarme: Zen you must be here to drink our famous wines and cognac, surely?
Davy: Yer swally's boggin! We've hid tae bring a kerry oot. In't that right, Boaby?
Boaby: Aye.
Gendarme (by now ever so slightly bemused): Well in that case you must be here to see the Parisienne madamoiselles, ze most beautiful women in Europe?
Davy: Yer kiddin in't ye! The burds here are dugs, ah widnae touch them wae a ten fit pole big yin.
Gendarme (by now rather irate): Zen why do you people come to our country if everysing ees so bad?
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Boaby: It's the only chance oor Davy gets tae drive!
;D
