A fete worse than death
My parents are quite heavily involved with the village fete (I tend to find an excuse to be out of the country so I don't get roped in), and one year, when collecting prizes, they were given a rather tasteless serving plate (with sculpted frogs and lily pads on the rim). The guy who gave it to them asked them to not say where it was from, since his wife had bought it and he hated the thing.

(you can see where this is going)

So the day of the fete comes, the raffle is drawn, and a lady comes up to pick her prize.

"Ooh, I got my husband one of these, now he'll have a matching pair!"
( Tedium Alduce me to interlow myself., Wed 4 May 2011, 13:04, 2 replies)

That
is awesome.

And thus duly clicked.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 4 May 2011, 13:14, closed)

Good story...
...excellent pun.
(hairybuddha, Wed 4 May 2011, 15:20, closed)