Old Pals
A man sees his long lost pal.
“Ayup Fred.”
“It’s not Fred any more. It’s Lucky Fred. I was walking down our street and as I walked round a ladder a tin of paint dropped under it.
“Blimey. Lucky.”
He sees him again.
“Ayup Lucky Fred.”
“It’s Lucky Lucky Fred. When I fell in the Trent I was rescued by a passing dog Walker.”
“Blimey. Lucky.”
He sees him again.
“Ayup Lucky Lucky Fred.”
“It’s Lucky, Lucky, Lucky Fred. I was on the job when a lump of plaster fell on my arse.
Seconds earlier it would’ve been my head.”
- Category: Humor / Comedy
- Tags: luck
6 comments add one below
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Brian Mackinney over 3 years ago
This story is nearer 150 in the telling. I am sure you could embroider it. It is possible to clean it up and tell it in polite circles. It is still funny.
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Brian Mackinney over 3 years ago
I heard it as I was driving down the M1 with a car full of pals. The car was in uproar. I’m sill amazed we stayed safe.
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Jamie Clapperton over 3 years ago
Thanks for making me laugh. :-)
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Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Laughed until it hurt, Brian! I love it. It had me and Mrs H in fits. Thanks for that... and with your permission I will be telling it over Christmas on Zoom!
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Brian Mackinney over 3 years ago
I was going to offer telling tips but I am sure your version will more than do it justice. To make it a little more Fred could be with a neighbour’s wife. Happy Christmas Neville.
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Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Thanks very much Brian and thanks for the drabbles and chuckles. You told the joke really well and Drablr is a hard taskmistress, but your 100 words work a treat! Happy Christmas to you and yours too, Brian.
