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Two L2H3 hashers were out as usual
on an autumnal Sunday morning hash. They saw two harriets fall as they were
crossing a ditch on the far side of a field. One hasher said:" Oh god, I'd
better go and take a look. One of those is my wife and the other one is my
mistress."
The other hasher demurred. "I'll go," he said, and ran across to inspect the
wreckage. A few minutes later he was back. Glancing impassively at his
fellow hasher he observed thoughtfully: "Small world, isn't it?" |
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