Yorkshire Life
Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 12:55 pm
Two southerners - 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
Yorkshireman walked to the window, had a peek, and in a broad
Yorkshire accent asked 'What's tha sellin' ere then?'
One of the men replied sarcastically, 'We're selling arse-holes.'
Without skipping a beat, the Yorkie replied,
'Tha's doing well ... tha's unny got two left!'
Southerners - God bless 'em - should not mess with Yorkshiremen
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
Yorkshireman walked to the window, had a peek, and in a broad
Yorkshire accent asked 'What's tha sellin' ere then?'
One of the men replied sarcastically, 'We're selling arse-holes.'
Without skipping a beat, the Yorkie replied,
'Tha's doing well ... tha's unny got two left!'
Southerners - God bless 'em - should not mess with Yorkshiremen
