Graveyard Woes

After leaving the pub, slightly worse for wear, I decided to take a shortcut through the graveyard. Would save me 10 minutes. So I hopped over the wall and continued my lubricated stagger. Then I heard:

"chink, chink"

"WTF was that?" I thought

Even though I don't believe in ghosts and ghoulies and 6-legged monsters and things that go bump in the night - this noise raised the hairs on the back of my neck.

"chink, chink"

There it was again. It sounded close this time. I continued walking.

"CHINK, CHINK"

Right in front of me. Behind that big gravestone. The one with the fresh grave. Heart in my mouth, I peered over the gravestone......

Squatting on the ground was a wizened old man, with a hammer and chisel, and he was marking the gravestone. A stonemason! A fucking stonemason!!

Weak with relief I said:

"Fucking hell mate. You scared the crap out of me. I thought you were a ghost! What the hell are you doing working at this time of night?"

He looked at me. Looked at the gravestone and said:

"They spelt me name wrong......."

"chink, chink"

Cheers

I thenk you. I'll be under the pier all week.....
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 3:47, 5 replies)

whoa!
My dad told me this one when i was a kid and we were sitting around a camp fire. Thanks for the memory :D
(DreddPirateBob has watched every scifi film ever on, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 9:44, closed)

Nice! I shall be telling my nephews this next time I go camping.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 9:47, closed)

Pff
And one in return, although I expect you've heard it...

Following a party, I was walking home at around 4am the other day, when I happened to pass a graveyard. Looking in, I saw a man squatting beside a gravestone, which frankly struck me as rather odd.
"Morning," I called over, somewhat uncertainly.
"Nope," he replied, "Just having a shit."
( Happy Phantom has been to Hastings, Brighton, and Eastbourne too, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 9:52, closed)

Late for my night shift
I took a short cut via the graveyard, halfway through I espied a wizened old man perched on a tomb with his head between his legs. "Goblin?" I enquired.

"No, stomach ache" he replied.
(wimbley is feeling hungover, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 11:01, closed)

Pfft!

I like that one better than mine....


Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 12:47, closed)