A wee bit of Scottish humour to assuage the pain of losing the world famous Land Rover, many of which were sold in the Highlands.
A Scot was drinking in a bar in London when he gets a
call on his cell phone. He orders drinks for everybody in the bar as he
announces, his wife has just produced a typical Scottish baby boy
Weighing 25 pounds
Nobody can believe that any new baby can weigh in at 25
Pounds, but the man just shrugs, “That’s about average up our way,
folks…like I said – my boy’s a typical Highland baby boy.”
Two weeks later the man returns to the bar. The
bartender says, “Say, you’re the father of that typical Scottish baby That
Weighed 25 pounds at birth, aren’t you? Everybody’s been making’ bets
About how big he’d be in two weeks
So how much does he weigh now?
The proud father answers, “Seventeen pounds.”
The bartender is puzzled and concerned. “What Happened?
He was 25 pounds the day he was born.”
The father takes a slow swig from his Johnny Walker
Whisky, wipes his lips on his shirt sleeve, leans into the bartender and
“Had him circumcised.”
God Bless and keep reading.