munruben
10th November 2007, 08:08 PM
Wheelin was sharing a rail compartment with a minister of the cloth and Wheelin was a bit the worse for drink, and Wheelin being Wheelin insisted on talking, chatting away for over an hour until the minister, who by this time was sick of Wheelins yackity yacking, said ‘Please don’t speak to me, ‘You’re drunk.’
‘Drunk?’ replied Wheelin. ‘You’re a fine one to talk, you got your collar on back to front.
‘Drunk?’ replied Wheelin. ‘You’re a fine one to talk, you got your collar on back to front.