Marshal Mo Hare, SASS #45984 Posted August 14, 2020 Share Posted August 14, 2020 A Russian agent arrives at a small Welsh station and asks for Mr Jones. “Well,” says the stationmaster, “there’s Jones the Milk, Jones the Meat, Jones the Flowers, Jones the Undertaker. In fact, my name’s Jones.” The agent whispers to him, “The eagle doesn’t walk over the mountain.” “Ah,” says the stationmaster, “you want Jones the Spy.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Forty Rod SASS 3935 Posted August 14, 2020 Share Posted August 14, 2020 That's actually hilarious. Not something I find in most Brit humor. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pat Riot Posted August 14, 2020 Share Posted August 14, 2020 I am going to have to remember this one. Good one, Marshal. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Subdeacon Joe Posted August 14, 2020 Share Posted August 14, 2020 Two Politbureau members were waiting at a train station. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wallaby Jack, SASS #44062 Posted August 14, 2020 Share Posted August 14, 2020 3 hours ago, Subdeacon Joe said: Two Politbureau members were waiting at a train station. not sure which is funnier; that they are both waiting ..... or that they are both waiting (apparently) for a maybe train ....... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Utah Bob #35998 Posted August 14, 2020 Share Posted August 14, 2020 It helps if you know something about the Welsh. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Subdeacon Joe Posted August 15, 2020 Share Posted August 15, 2020 2 hours ago, Utah Bob #35998 said: It helps if you know something about the Welsh. To the tune of Ashgrove: Welsh History 101 by Heather Rose Jones If ever you wander out by the Welsh border Come stop by and see me and all of my kin I'm Morgan ap Daffyd ap Gwion ap Hywell Ap Ifor ap Madoc ap Rhodri ap Gwyn We'll feast you on mutton and harp for your pleasure And give you a place to sleep out of the cold Or maybe we'll meet you out on the dark roadway And rob you of horses and weapons and gold My neighbor from England has come across raiding Slain six of my kinsmen and burned down my hall It cannot be borne this offense and injustice I've only killed four of his, last I recall I'll send for my neighbors, Llewellyn and Owain We'll cut him down as for the border he rides But yesterday Owain stole three of my cattle And first I'll retake them and three more besides We need a strong prince to direct our resistance Heroic, impartial, of noble degree My brother's wife's fourth cousin's foster-son, Gruffydd Is best for the job as I'm sure you'll agree What matter that Rhys is the old prince's nephew He's exiled to Ireland and will not return I know this for every time boats he is building I send my spies money to see that they burn Last evening my brother and I were at war Over two feet of land on a boundary we share But early this morning, I hear he's been murdered I'll not rest until I avenge him, I swear Yes, we are just plain folk who mind our own business Honest and loyal and full of good cheer So if you should wander our by the Welsh border Come stop by and meet all the friendly folk here Copyright Heather Rose Jones, all rights reserved This work has been included in the Digital Tradition by express permission of the author EZ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Subdeacon Joe Posted August 15, 2020 Share Posted August 15, 2020 2 hours ago, Wallaby Jack, SASS #44062 said: not sure which is funnier; that they are both waiting ..... or that they are both waiting (apparently) for a maybe train ....... So nice to not have to explain it! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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