Do you see what I did there?

Irish Mick and I went for a slightly up-market pub dinner above Windermere on Tuesday. Afterwards, I went back to the bar:

Barmaid: Did you two enjoy your venison burgers?
Me: Yes, thanks, they were very nice—but they were dead deer.
Barmaid: …?
Me: Sorry, that was just a joke.
Barmaid: …?
Me: … A pun.
Barmaid: …?
Me: … Well, a double-pun, really… Venison: dead deer.
Barmaid: …?
Me: Two pints of bitter, please.

By Richard Carter

A fat, bearded chap with a Charles Darwin fixation.

One comment

  1. Well I thought it was comparatively good - and I like the idea of hovering above a lake while you eat your dinner. Doesn't the food get cold rather fast thou'?

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