On holiday in Devon, a lad has met a girl he likes a lot. They exchange addresses when he leaves they both promise to write. Little by little, what could have been only a holiday fling grows into a fully-fledged love story and the girl finally asks the lad to come over and meet her parents.
"Ive got to tell you, though, they're quite unusual," she warns him. "They're both deaf and mute, so they've devised their own way to communicate over the years."
The girlfriend takes his hand and leads him into the living room, where an effusive - if silent - welcome is waiting for him. The mum has prepared a delicious roast and they all tuck in. All of a sudden the mother lifts up her skirt and shoves a bottle into her fanny. The dad shrugs and drops his trousers, puts his balls on the table-top and pushes his eyelids up with matchsticks.
"Mmmmm, maybe i should translate there," the girl muses, seeing her boyfiend staring in disbelief at her folks.
"Mum just said: 'Get the beers in, you cnut, to which my dad answered: 'Bollocks, I'm watching the match.'"
"Ive got to tell you, though, they're quite unusual," she warns him. "They're both deaf and mute, so they've devised their own way to communicate over the years."
The girlfriend takes his hand and leads him into the living room, where an effusive - if silent - welcome is waiting for him. The mum has prepared a delicious roast and they all tuck in. All of a sudden the mother lifts up her skirt and shoves a bottle into her fanny. The dad shrugs and drops his trousers, puts his balls on the table-top and pushes his eyelids up with matchsticks.
"Mmmmm, maybe i should translate there," the girl muses, seeing her boyfiend staring in disbelief at her folks.
"Mum just said: 'Get the beers in, you cnut, to which my dad answered: 'Bollocks, I'm watching the match.'"
Comment