The English, Welsh ans Scottish guys agree to go on a picnic.
The English says: I'll bring some food.
The Welsh guy adds: Ok, then. I'll get the drinks.
The Scottish cheerfully: I'll bring my brother...
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Originally posted by bigdavephoto Here are some things to think about.
Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
Is the little toe just a device for finding furniture in the dark?
Why do psychics have to ask for your name? And why has one not won the lottery?
Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have the film.
Did Adam and Eve have navels?
And psychics who work cash in hand and pay no tax usually do not see the taxman coming to check on them either...