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Two Englishmen- businessmen in London - were sitting down for a break in their soon-to be new store. As yet, the store wasn't ready, with only a few shelves set up.
One said to the other, 'I bet any minute now some thick tourist is going to walk by, put his face to the window and ask what we're selling.'
No sooner were the words out of his mouth when, sure enough, a curious
Scotsman walked to the window, had a peek, and in a broad Scottish accent asked
'What are you selling' here
One of the men replied sarcastically,
'We're selling arse-holes.'
Without skipping a beat, the Scotsman said,
'You are doing well ... Only two left!' |  |
"How's the flat you're living in in London, Jock?" asks his mother when he calls home to Aberdeen. "It's OK", he says, "but the woman next door keeps screaming and crying all night, and the guy on the other side keeps banging his head on the wall." "Never you mind," says his mother, "don't you let them get to you, just ignore them." "Aye, that I do," he says,
"I just keep playing my bagpipes." |  |
A Scotsman gets a taxi to take him and his girlfriend home.
She's so beautiful...... He can barely keep his eyes on the meter!! |  |
Two Scots, Archie and Jock, are sitting in the pub discussing Jock's forthcoming wedding.
"Och, it's all going magic," says Jock. "I've got everything organised already, the flowers, the church, the cars, the reception, the rings, the minister, even ma stag night."
Archie nods approvingly.
"Hell, I've even bought a kilt to be married in," continues Jock.
"A kilt?" asks Archie. "That's braw, you'll look pure smart in that. What's the tartan?"
"Och," says Jock, "I'd imagine she'll just be in white." |  |
An Englishman walks into a hotel. The place smells of piss and cabbage and is festooned with tartan & saltires.
He walks up to the reception, where a ginger type is swilling Buckfast and eating a deep fried Mars bar.
"Aye, can I help ye Jimmy?" asks the receptionist.
"Yes, my good man," says the tourist. "My wife and I require accommodation for this evening."
The receptionist drops his half eaten deep fried confectionary.
"English? Yer English? Listen, Jimmy, we don't like English bastards in our hotel, d'ye ken, we remember Wallace and Culloden and Longshanks, we don't want yer English gold unless it's yer taxes. Now why don't ye and yer sassenach bitch piss off out of here?"
"My God" replies the Englishman, "with your attitude, it's a wonder your business survives."
"Aye, thats true," replies the Jock, "and, if things get any worse, I may have to move back north to Scotland!" |  |
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