>>A duck walks into a pub and orders a pint of lager and a ham
sandwich.
>>The
>>landlord looks at him and says, "But you're a duck".
>>"I see your eyes are working", replies the duck.
>>"And you talk!" exclaims the landlord.
>>"I see your ears are working", says the duck, "Now can I have my beer
and
>>my
>>sandwich please?"
>>"Certainly", says the landlord, "sorry about that, it's just we don't
get
>>many ducks in this pub. What are you doing round this way?".
>>"I'm working on the building site across the road", explains the
duck.
>>Then
>>the duck drinks his beer, eats his sandwich and leaves.
>>This continues for 2 weeks. Then one day the circus comes to town.
The
>>ringleader of the circus comes into the pub and the landlord says to
him,
>>"You're
>>with the circus aren't you?, I know this duck that would be just
>>brilliant in
>>your circus, he talks, drinks beer and everything!".
>>"Sounds marvellous", says the ringleader, "get him to give me a
call".
>>So the next day when the duck comes into the pub the landlord says,
"Hey
>>Mr.
>>Duck, I reckon I can line you up with a top job, paying really good
>>money!"
>>"Yeah?", says the duck, "Sounds great, where is it?"
>>"At the circus", says the landlord.
>>"The circus?" the duck enquires.
>>"That's right", replies the landlord.
>>"The circus?" the duck asks again.
>>"Yes" says the landlord
>>"That place with the big tent?" the duck enquires.
>>"Yeah" the landlord replies.
>>"With all the animals?" the duck questioned.
>>"Of Course" the landlord replies.
>>"With the big canvas roof with the hole in the middle", asks the
duck.
>>"That's right!" says the landlord.
>>The duck looks confused. "What the f**k would they want with a
plasterer?
>>