Dear All,
A man inherits an 'Old Horse Trap' curtesy of an Uncle, in Shropshire (an English County, near the Welsh Boarder- for our American Cousins), however it did Not have a Horse. 'Great' thinks the man 'what on Earth am I going to Do with This?'
A week, or so, later the same man is reading the Farmers Weekly, when he Comes across an Article of Interest. Apparently, Scientists had been 'Experimenting' with Gene Therapy, and had, successfully 'managed to breed' very large chickens. The man somehow 'Contacts' the Research Centre and subsequently buys one of the chickens. Feeling 'pleased', with himself, the man 'attaches' the Chicken, to the Trap. Having 'fitted' some Basic Reigns and 'Off They Trot, quite literally.
All goes 'Well', for some time, until the man decides to take, his 'conTRAPtion' , onto the Motorway. To begin with the chicken Struts along, tethered to the Trap. However, as they pick up speed, the, very old- and 'Not Exactly Designed' for a chicken- straps break and the chicken is quickly 'Over The Horizon'.... and out of view.
The man, manages to, somehow or the other, get into the Hard Shoulder and, after about half a mile, come to a Halt. Just as the man is Drinking his Tea (that he had in a Flask... can't resist the Stereotype here, sorry) along comes a Police Patrol Car. "What 'have we' here Sir?" says the Copper, slightly sarcastically. (at this point Brace yourself, for the Punchline... coming soon) "Well Officer" begins the man "you are not 'going to believe this' but My Big 'En(d)'s Gone!"
Ok then... what 'Side' of a Chicken, are the feathers? They are on the OUT side!
How do you 'get down', from a Elephant? You don't, you get Down(e) from a Duck!
If you take the 'Salt, Pepper, Mustard, Vinegar, Mayonnaise, Salad Cream, Mint Sauce, Ketchup, Brown Sauce, Cranbury Sauce, Bread Sauce and Horseradish Sauce' ALL into the Kitchen.... is that 'CONDIMENTS To The Chef'?
Am I going to be KILLED, if I tell any more Rotten Jokes? Thought so....
Bye, Bye all
AndrewT