Things are Alice in Wonderland messed up all over, aren't they. Here you are, a blond, who not only understands jokes, but can tell them too. ;^D
Well, that Cheshire cat got fresh the other day, Tweedledee and Tweedledum wouldn't weed the garden, and the rabbit was early. It's getting crazy around here. I'm not so sure I understand jokes, but I make feeble attempts at telling them in the hope that some will become as dimwitted as I am. :)
This is something we can all enjoy.
An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and explore the
city on his own.
He wanders around, seeing the sights, and occasionally stopping at a
quaint pub to soak up the local culture, chat with the lads, and have a pint
of Guinness.
After a while, he finds himself in a very high class neighborhood.....big,
residences... no pubs, no stores, no restaurants, and worst of
all... NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS.
He really, really has to go, after all those Guinness's, he finds a
narrow side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent buildings and
decides to use the wall to solve his problem.
As he is unzipping, he is tapped on the shoulder by a London bobby, who
says, "I say, sir, you simply cannot do that here, you know."
"I'm very sorry, officer," replies the American, "but I really, really
HAVE TO GO, and I just can't find a public restroom."
"Ah, yes," said the bobby..."Just follow me". He leads him to a back
"delivery alley", then along a wall to a gate, which he opens.
"In there," points the bobby. "Whiz away sir, anywhere you want."
The fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he has
ever seen. Manicured grass lawns, statuary, fountains, sculptured hedges,
and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom.
Since he has the cop's blessing, he unburdens himself and is greatly
relieved.
As he goes back through the gate, he says to the bobby "That was really
decent of you... is that what you call "English Hospitality?"
"No sir" replies the bobby, "that is what we call the French Embassy"