English Hospitality

An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour
group and explore the city on his own. He wanders
around, seeing the sights, occasionally stopping at a
quaint pub to soak up the local culture, chat with the
locals, and have a pint of bitter.

After a while, he finds himself in a very nice
neighbourhood with big, stately residences. No pubs,
no stores, no restaurants, and worst of all no public
restrooms.

However, he 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, "Sir, you simply cannot do
that here, you know."

"I'm very sorry, officer," replies the American, "but
I really have to go, and I just can't find a public
restroom."

"Ah, yes," said the bobby, "just follow me". He leads
the American to a back delivery alley to a gate, which
he opens.

"In there," points the bobby, "whiz away sir,
anywhere you like."

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 policeman's blessing, he relieves
himself and feels much more comfortable. 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...", replied the bobby, "that is what we call
the French Embassy."

 

LMFAO!!!!:Halloween47:

 

Oi!

 

:laughings gives new meaning to wee wee lol

 

Lol... :d

 

hahaha! niiiice