The dinner

There is this woman. She says she loves me. I say - give me a baby.

She goes off to bloody Bandagulasch and comes back with this brown thing she bought for 50 pence.

I said ‘What we gonna do with that?’

She replied -

‘Hang it, stuff it, cook it.’

After much thought, hung it from a cherry tree for a week,and  we basted it with sage and onion stuffing, popped it in the oven at 120c slow cook and had it with chips.

Then I turned to her ‘My darling – you could have bought a stuffed  duck at Iceland. I know you got it for 50 pence…but the flight costs = 435 pounds. Why?`

We await her reply.