A Joke To Further French-english Relations

An Englishman was having a duck shoot at his favourite pond, and shouldered his shotgun to lead on an incoming mallard. He thought he saw another gun swing on the same bird, but shot regardless, and was rewarded by the sight of a large mallard plopping into the water........dead.

As he paddled his pram out to retrieve said duck he noticed another boat homing in on the same bird.

"I say old chap, that bird is mine", said the Englishman.

"Non monsieur, je regret ce canard c'est a' moi. Nous tirons a la meme instant."

"NOT A FRENCHY", thought the English, "damn and bother".

"Look here old sport, bugger off if you would be so kind so that I might get my bleeding duck"

"Mange du marde", said the French gentleman, "cet fukking canard c'est a' moi!!!!

I say, old poop, I have a rather gentlemanly way we can settle this, if you would be so kind as to follow me to shore"

"Bien, va ton! tu harse-ole"

Once on shore the Englishman suggested they settle the matter of duck ownership by the tried and true Anglo-groin-kick. They would take turns kicking each other in the genitals until one or the other was unable to continue; the one to go first being decided on the flip of a coin.............which the Englishman graciously provided; and, remarkably, won the toss.......(two heads?? We'll never know.........)

So, like a true brave Gaelic warrior, the Frenchman stood, legs apart, and the 'Anglais' kicked him as hard as he could............right in the nuts!!!!

After rolling around, clutching his crotch and puking for about twenty minutes, the French gentleman said "ihhhhhhhhhhhh, bien........tu gros cochon, c'est mon turn now, merdehead...(?)

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To which the Englishman replied............"ah............no.........sod it........you take the duck."








je me souviens????





Waterloo.

lol....ahh ya just wanted to type about kicking peppers in the balls....
here have a beer....

Thanks Doc; not a drinkin guy, but what is this peppers of which you speak?

Just relating this old urban legend the way me grandad told it to me when I wuz but a tad. Handed down from generation to generation so to speak. I don't think it's trudeau.

Certainly not meant to deride our fine Franco compatriots, amongst whom I count many good friends who aimez to crack beaucoup des blagues about des Angalais.

D'accord