|Forum topic by PBthecat||posted 09-20-2010 09:15 PM||886 views||0 times favorited||3 replies|
09-20-2010 09:15 PM
My dad related this one to me at breakfast on the weekend. He is an elderly Irishman with an fine wit…
“Your uncle Sylvanus arrived from the shanty one Spring after cutting wood all winter. With both a few dollars to spend and a powerful thirst, he headed straight to a tavern and proceeded to get loaded on nickel glasses of beer. Now you might remember that your uncle was a small man with a big voice. So anyway, he gets into a loud conversation with a few new friends wherein they start to discuss the merits of the city of Sudbury. (Sudbury was a particularly ugly mining city in the north of Ontario). At a point in the discussion, Sylvanus slams his empty glass on the table exclaiming “The only tings worthwhile dat ever came outa dat Sudbury wer whores and hockey players!”
At that moment a larger man at the next table stood up and shouted “Hey Mister, I’ll tell you me mother came from Sudbury!!” To which Sylvanus replied timidly “Oh is that so, and what position did she play may I ask?”
-- "Every hundred years, all new people"