A BIT OF A WRENCH
My wife's not vegetarian, but she gets squeamish about the business of killing meat or poultry.
Just before Christmas we went to our local farmer to choose a turkey, as we do every year.
As we were going in my mobile rang, so I told my wife to go in and pick out the bird while I took the call. When I walked in she was looking rather flustered and embarrassed as she pointed to a plump specimen and said "Do you think you could, er..., you know, get the bird, er..., well, ready for us to take home, if you see what I mean?"
The farmer looked a bit puzzled and said, "You want to take the bird home Madam? As a pet?"
"She means wring its neck, Mr Jones, if you would please," I said.
The farmers face lit up at this. "Ah, now we're torquing turkey!"
(Submitted by Ivor Smallholding of Kent)
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