Back from the dead.
Back in the day, when I lived in Dublin, my work mates and I used to spend most lunchtimes in our local pub. This pub was staggering distance from work, served great toasted specials, had nice bar staff, and was frequented by a lot of old locals. One particular lunchtime a group of us were huddled in a corner snug when we saw an old woman rushed up to the bar and shout at the barman, "he's dead, get an ambulance!" The old dear was referring to her husband, who had been sitting next to her having a pint, when he apparently shuffled off his mortal coil. Panic was about to set in when the old guy looked up and said, "I'm not dead!" His wife looked really pissed off at him and we spent the rest of the lunchtime giggling like school kids in the corner. What really made it funny, was that the old dear appeared more cross than relieved
(Woofie, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 19:30, 1 reply)

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Very Monty Python, I love it :D
(TheChicken Five hundred thousand points from Gryffindor, Sat 7 Feb 2009, 1:23, closed)