A familiar story in some parts of Wales.....


Old Man: "Lad, look out there to the field. Do yew see that fence? Look
how well it's built. I built that fence stone by stone with me own two hands. I piled it for months. But do they call me Jones-the-Fence-Builder?


Then the old man gestured at the bar. "Look here at the bar. Do yew see how smooth and just it is? I planed that surface down by me own aching back. I carved that wood with me own hard labour, for eight days. But do they call me Jones-the-Bar-builder?

Then the old man points out the window. "Lad, look out to sea. Do yew see that pier that stretches out as far as the eye can see? I built that pier with the sweat off my back. I nailed it board by board. But do they call me Jones-the-Pier-Builder?


Then the old man looks around nervously, trying to make sure no one is
paying attention.

"But yew get seen in a field with onegoat . . ."


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ahem... ;) remember who has power on tMP and where he lives... hehe

mwahahahaahaaaaaaaa :twisted:



Thanks Rich!

Nice to see you had a nice time on your hols looking at your avatar holding your 2nd most dangerous instrument after your Euph!!!

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