An old bloke's drinking at the bar and discovers the young chap next to him is a psychiatrist.
After a few drinks the old bloke says: "My brother thinks he's a chicken."
The psychiatrist thinks for a moment.
"Well," he says. "Have you told him he's not?"
"Not bloody likely," says the old bloke. "I need the eggs."
"But what's that got to do with roulette?" you might ask with a grin.
Actually, it's got everything to do with it!
Here's why...
The next night the old bloke and the psychiatrist have arranged to meet at the same pub.
A few drinks later the old bloke gloomily peers into his beer.
"I play roulette," he says. "Trouble is, it doesn't matter if I play roulette for just a few spins or for a long session -- I still manage to lose. Really pisses me off..."
The psychiatrist thinks for a moment.
"Well," he says. "Have you ever thought of not playing roulette?"
"Not bloody likely," says the old bloke. "I need the money."
LOL!!
U made me laugh, i like that one.
Will tell it my dad st the weekend- he'll love that one,
abd it will be in all goods pubs by monday no dout.
Nice one Es
Oh well, Chris. At least you and I enjoyed it.
Must go now. My brother is scratching at the door to be fed.
HA HA !
I missed this one lol, very funny :D
Good one.
Nothing like a good laugh to take the edge off the daily grind.
George