Nic, Bupkis and Nichevo

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Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Snerk of the Day

Tony Blair is being shown around a Scottish hospital. Towards the end of his visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of people with no obvious signs of injury. He goes to speak to the first man he sees and the man pipes up: "Fair fa' yer honest sonsie face, Great chieftain e' the puddin' race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o'a grace as lang's my arm." Tony, being somewhat taken aback goes to the next patient and immediately the patient launches into: "Some hae meat, and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it, But we hae meat and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit." This continues with the next patient: "Wee sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, wi bickering brattle: I wad be laith to rin and chase thee , wi murdering pattle!" Blair turns to the doctor accompanying him on the visit and asks, 'What is this, the
psychiatric ward?'

"No, no," replies the doctor, "it's the Burns unit."


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