Boaby & Davy

[hyster]

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 co-joined 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 mingin 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 cognac,

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 dugs, 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!

[Johnkaz]

I am laughing. But I understand the lingo, maybe it needs subtitles for our colonial brothers.

Cheers Johnkaz.