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Subject: FW: confusion in paris
An on duty Gendarme spots a hire car approaching the
Champs Elysees with a rear light out. He beckons the
driver to pull over, which he does and winds his window
down. The Officer has a good look inside the car and
notices that the driver and passenger are conjoined
twins, Boaby & Davy. Instead of making an issue over the
light out situation he begins to engage in some friendly
chat.
Gendarme: Ah, you are on holiday my friends?
Davy: Aye, that's right big yin. We've been coming every
September weekend for the last 9 years.
Gendarme: So I guess you come to France to get away from
ze rainy weather you have in Ecosse?
Davy: Naw, it nearly always pishes doon when we come
here. Your weather's nae better than oors, in't that
right Boaby?
Boaby: Aye.
Gendarme: Zen I take it you are here to enjoy our
delicious French food, very healthy.
Davy: Naw, yer food's rotten big man, everything reeks of
garlic. We've brought a box full of pieces to avoid
eating your crap.
Gendarme: Zen you must be here to drink our famous wines
and cognag, surely.
Davy: Yer swally's boggin, we've hid tae bring a kerry
oot. In't that right Boaby?
Boaby: Aye.
Gendarme (by now ever so slightly bemused): Well in that
case you must be here to see the Parisienne
madamoiselles, ze most beautiful women in Europe.
Davy: Yer kiddin in't ye! The burds here are dogs, ah
widnae touch them wae yours big yin.
Gendarme (by now rather irate): Zen why do you people
come to our country if everysing ees so bad?
Boaby: It's the only chance oor Davy gets tae drive!
An on duty Gendarme spots a hire car approaching the
Champs Elysees with a rear light out. He beckons the
driver to pull over, which he does and winds his window
down. The Officer has a good look inside the car and
notices that the driver and passenger are conjoined
twins, Boaby & Davy. Instead of making an issue over the
light out situation he begins to engage in some friendly
chat.
Gendarme: Ah, you are on holiday my friends?
Davy: Aye, that's right big yin. We've been coming every
September weekend for the last 9 years.
Gendarme: So I guess you come to France to get away from
ze rainy weather you have in Ecosse?
Davy: Naw, it nearly always pishes doon when we come
here. Your weather's nae better than oors, in't that
right Boaby?
Boaby: Aye.
Gendarme: Zen I take it you are here to enjoy our
delicious French food, very healthy.
Davy: Naw, yer food's rotten big man, everything reeks of
garlic. We've brought a box full of pieces to avoid
eating your crap.
Gendarme: Zen you must be here to drink our famous wines
and cognag, surely.
Davy: Yer swally's boggin, we've hid tae bring a kerry
oot. In't that right Boaby?
Boaby: Aye.
Gendarme (by now ever so slightly bemused): Well in that
case you must be here to see the Parisienne
madamoiselles, ze most beautiful women in Europe.
Davy: Yer kiddin in't ye! The burds here are dogs, ah
widnae touch them wae yours big yin.
Gendarme (by now rather irate): Zen why do you people
come to our country if everysing ees so bad?
Boaby: It's the only chance oor Davy gets tae drive!
