Business & Finance1 min ago
Friday Funny
A guy goes into a bar with his pet octopus and says: "I bet £50 that no one here has a musical instrument that this octopus can't play."
The people in the bar look around and someone fetches out an old guitar. The octopus has a look, picks it up, tunes up the strings and starts playing the guitar. The octopus' owner pockets the fifty quid.
Someone then comes up with a trumpet; octopus takes the horn, loosens up the keys, licks its lips and starts playing a jazz solo. The octopus' owner collects another £50.
The bar owner has been watching all this and disappears out back, coming back a few moments later with a set of bagpipes under his arm. He puts them on the bar and says to the guy: "Now if your octopus can play that I'll give you a hundred pounds."
The octopus takes a look at the bagpipes, lifts it up, turns it over, and has another look from a different angle. Puzzled, the octopus' owner asks: "What’s the matter? Hurry up and play the damn thing!"
The octopus replies: "Play it? If I can figure out how to get its pyjamas off, I'm gonna screw it!"
The people in the bar look around and someone fetches out an old guitar. The octopus has a look, picks it up, tunes up the strings and starts playing the guitar. The octopus' owner pockets the fifty quid.
Someone then comes up with a trumpet; octopus takes the horn, loosens up the keys, licks its lips and starts playing a jazz solo. The octopus' owner collects another £50.
The bar owner has been watching all this and disappears out back, coming back a few moments later with a set of bagpipes under his arm. He puts them on the bar and says to the guy: "Now if your octopus can play that I'll give you a hundred pounds."
The octopus takes a look at the bagpipes, lifts it up, turns it over, and has another look from a different angle. Puzzled, the octopus' owner asks: "What’s the matter? Hurry up and play the damn thing!"
The octopus replies: "Play it? If I can figure out how to get its pyjamas off, I'm gonna screw it!"
Answers
Fetch is indeed proper English, though its use is frowned upon. In the mid-seventies, when I taught at a boys' school near Birmingham, I could not understand why the lads giggled whenever I used the word. Eventually one kind boy took pity on me and whispered gently in my ear that in that part of the world the word "fetch" was a euphemism for "ejaculate".