It's never too late . . .

[Driver]

The scene is one of those rather depressing streets of terraced houses in England. It’s raining.

A bloke walks up to the front door of a house halfway along the street. He knocks on the door. The door opens to reveal a sad looking woman, holding a handkerchief to her face. She has obviously been crying. The bloke says

“Hello, missus. Is Alf in?”

The woman shakes her head, wipes her eyes and starts to cry softly. In between sobs she manages to say:

“Alf . . Alf he’s . . (sob). He’s dead (sob, snuffle)”

“Oh no!” says the bloke. “When did this happen?”

“Last night. He . . he . . passed away peacefully (sob) . . . in his sleep.”

“Well, I’m really very sorry to hear that,” says the bloke.

There’s a pause.

“Er, before he went,” says the bloke. “ Did he . . . did he say anything about a tin of paint?”

[ozwinner]

Did you make that up................?
Dont give up your day job...

[macca2]

You have got me. I'll ask the silly question.

Where's the punch line.

:confused: :confused:

[Christopha]

?????????????????????????????????? :confused: :confused: :confused: :confused: :confused:

[Kev Y.]

Never too late... OOOHHHH yes it is.......

[coastie]

Wasn't a can of paint ,twas twenty quid!!

[Caliban]

thanks Coastie. I think. clear as mud.
At least Bob Wilson's jokes, offensive to some people as they may be, are understandable.
cheers
Jim