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Post by netherfield on Sept 28, 2006 10:56:56 GMT
When i first started work i was partnered with a chap called Wilf,he'd be about 60 then,here's a tale he told me.
Wilf had a twin brother called George,when they were 20 year olds Saturday nights were spent in the local pub,Wilf being a farmer was usually in bed by 10.30(pubs shut at 10.00)George was down the pit and didn't have to work the following morning so went looking for other pleasures,they were living with mum,dad having died the previous year.
One Sunday morning in the early hours George came home via the coal shed roof and through the bedroom window(not wanting to wake mum up) and shook Wilf awake and said "I think I've caught something from mucky Mary my privates won't stop itching"
Wilf still half asleep replied "there's some Jeyes fluid(mums cure-all for everything external) in the kitchen go and stick in that".
Two minutes later there was a blood curdling scream came from the kitchen which probably woke all the street,now Wilf had meant to dilute the mixture with water but George had used it neat.
The outcome was George spending a week in hospital and for 6 months certainly stopped his other Saturday night interests.
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Post by MamIDdau on Sept 28, 2006 11:09:25 GMT
pmsl
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Post by Plocket on Sept 28, 2006 11:29:15 GMT
Oh OUCH!
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