The Brits have a great sense of humor- just different.
American visitor walking down the street, East End of London. Waiting to cross the street, very pretty young girl walks up. Wind kicking up, she is fighting to keep skirt down. Hoping to strike up a conversation with the young Miss, he smiles at her and says "It's a bit airy today, isn't it?" She glares at him, and snaps "Wot the bloody hell did you expect- feathers?"
Constable knocks at the door- "Excuse me- are you Mr. Babbit?
"Yes I am officer."
"Sir, Mrs. Babbit has been struck by a lorry while crossing the road. I've just left hospital, and I don't like the looks of her."
"Neither do I, old chap- but she is a great cook, and very good with the children."
The British Concorde (Supersonic airliner, call sign Speedbird) had landed at Munich, but paused on the taxiway while the crew was checking the taxi route to the gate. The German control tower snapped at them-
"Speedbird- haf none of you been to Munich before?"
"Certainly have, old boy. Several visits in 1943, but we did not land then."
What we have here is... failure- to communicate.
Last edited by c3shooter; 11-24-2012 at 10:00 PM.