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BigFly
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In London, two English businessmen were sitting down for a break in their soon-to-be new store. As yet, the store wasn't stocked with goods; only its wall shelves were set up.
Looking about at the empty shelves, one Englishman said to the other, 'I bet that any minute now some idiot tourist is going to walk by, put his face to the window, and ask what we're selling.'
No sooner were the words out of his mouth when, sure enough, a curious Irishman walked to the window, had a peek, and in a thick Irish accent asked 'What might ye be sellin' here?'
One of the men replied sarcastically, 'We're selling ass-holes.'
Without skipping a beat, the Irishman replied, 'Glad t'see that y're doin' so well ... only two left!'
BigFly
Looking about at the empty shelves, one Englishman said to the other, 'I bet that any minute now some idiot tourist is going to walk by, put his face to the window, and ask what we're selling.'
No sooner were the words out of his mouth when, sure enough, a curious Irishman walked to the window, had a peek, and in a thick Irish accent asked 'What might ye be sellin' here?'
One of the men replied sarcastically, 'We're selling ass-holes.'
Without skipping a beat, the Irishman replied, 'Glad t'see that y're doin' so well ... only two left!'
BigFly
