A Brit walks into a pub and sees his buddy downing a pint by himself. He walks over and sees that the man is really down in the dumps.
He says "What's the matter, mate? You look really sad."
"I buried my wife today."
"Oh, I'm really sorry to hear that."
"Yes. Had to. Dead, you know."
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A Brit invites his American cousin to a fox hunt in England. The The American gets outfitted with a red jacket, black hat, boots and all the trimmings in preparation for the hunt, and is exhaustively briefed on proper etiquette.
The American reveals that he is really anxious to do things properly, and asks for a critique from his cousin after the hunt.
Well, the hunt ensued, and the two of them met at the paddock following the event.
"Well, how did I do?" asked the American.
"Old fellow, you did reasonably well. However, there is one little detail I should discuss with you."
"OK, what's that?"
"You should know, mate, that when one spots the fox, It is customary to proclaim 'Tally ho the fox!', not yell 'There goes the little son of a *****!' at the top of your lungs!"


John
He says "What's the matter, mate? You look really sad."
"I buried my wife today."
"Oh, I'm really sorry to hear that."
"Yes. Had to. Dead, you know."
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A Brit invites his American cousin to a fox hunt in England. The The American gets outfitted with a red jacket, black hat, boots and all the trimmings in preparation for the hunt, and is exhaustively briefed on proper etiquette.
The American reveals that he is really anxious to do things properly, and asks for a critique from his cousin after the hunt.
Well, the hunt ensued, and the two of them met at the paddock following the event.
"Well, how did I do?" asked the American.
"Old fellow, you did reasonably well. However, there is one little detail I should discuss with you."
"OK, what's that?"
"You should know, mate, that when one spots the fox, It is customary to proclaim 'Tally ho the fox!', not yell 'There goes the little son of a *****!' at the top of your lungs!"


John