One day Sid and Alex,
locals of a small fishing port in Devon were ruminating over beer in the local
Public House. Sid had managed to acquire a little wooden clinker built boat and an old, but reliable, Seagull outboard engine. Sid invited Alex to come out fishing with him the following day.
As is the want of
British weather, the wind picked up during the night and a warm front moved through. However, by the following
day it had calmed down and the sun was shining.
However, as Sid and
Alex went out into the estuary the little wooden boat bounced around in the
swell, the ancient seagull engine struggling make way.
They finally reached
a good fishing spot and drifted with the tide. Alex, being unused the motion of
the sea was violently sick over the side of the boat. Unfortunately, in one particularly
violent heave, his false teeth were ejected with remains of his breakfast. They
disappeared into the deep. Needless to say he was not a happy chap. Alex mourned
his loss every few minutes and the constant bemoaning started to grate with Sid. It was not that he could do anything about it. Even worse, the fish were not even biting.
In fact, two hours passed and they caught nothing,
nix, zilch. Not one fish. Boredom started to set in. Alex dropped off to sleep.
Sid decided to play a little joke on Alex. He silently lifted Alex's line,
took out his own false teeth, wrapped the hook and a small quantity of line
around them and plopped them back over the side. Then waited.
Some time later, Alex
woke up and Sid suggested that they head back to shore. On reeling in his line,
Alex sees the teeth.
"Well blow me
down!" exclaimed Sid, "you've caught your own teeth!"
Alex looked stunned a
few seconds, unwrapped the teeth from the line then shoved them in his mouth.
"Ugh" he
shouted "these aren't my teeth." and promptly threw them overboard.
There were two locals
sipping beer through their gums that night.
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