13-12-2019, 21:29
An American tourist travelling through Yorkshire comes across an old man sitting at the roadside with a stall.
"Hey, what're you selling?" he asks.
"Learning pills," replies the Yorkshireman.
"Learning pills? Gotta have some of those! Give me three packets!"
"Right, that'll be fifty pounds."
"Fifty pounds?!" the American shouts.
"Well, they *are* learning pills."
Grumbling, the American hands the money over, tears open the first packet and empties the contents into his mouth. Seconds later, he spits them out.
"What the hell?" he cries, red-faced. "This is sheep shit!"
"Aye," says the Yorkshireman. "Now you're learning."
"Hey, what're you selling?" he asks.
"Learning pills," replies the Yorkshireman.
"Learning pills? Gotta have some of those! Give me three packets!"
"Right, that'll be fifty pounds."
"Fifty pounds?!" the American shouts.
"Well, they *are* learning pills."
Grumbling, the American hands the money over, tears open the first packet and empties the contents into his mouth. Seconds later, he spits them out.
"What the hell?" he cries, red-faced. "This is sheep shit!"
"Aye," says the Yorkshireman. "Now you're learning."
"I would rather spend a holiday in Tuscany than in the Black Country, but if I were compelled to choose between living in West Bromwich or Florence, I should make straight for West Bromwich." - J.B. Priestley