From Will & Guy.
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An American farmer was on holiday in Wales. He could not resist exploring the hill farms north of Aberystwyth. At lunch time he dropped into a pub and fell into easy conversation with a Welsh farmer.
“How big is your spread?” asked the American.
“Well look you, it’s about twenty acres,” the Welshman said.
“Only twenty acres?” the American responded. “Back in Texas I can get up at sunrise, saddle my horse and ride all day; when I return at supper time, I’ll be lucky to cover half my farm.”
“Sure, sure,” said the Welshman. “I once had a horse like that, but I sent him to the knackers’ yard.”
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Good one, Tilly. 😀
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not too sure on that one..maybe my sense of humour has withered like me!
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Heard an Irish variation of that one many years ago, but cannot remember the punch line. 😦
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Fantastic …. !!! Love it. You have a great weekend now.
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Excellent! 🙂
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I so enjoy the periodic jokes I don’t understand. I didn’t get this one…and I think it’s a simple translation problem. I don’tknow the word “knackers.” I’ll look it up later! Ha! We speak a different English sometimes, don’t we? I find that kind of fun! Debra
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