Like a Butler eager to please the Lord, and came out a complete mess

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The English Lord once went to London to rest. After his arrival he called to his estate to see how they're doing. The tube was raised by the Butler.

Jim, is that you? — said the Lord.

— Yes, it's me. Hello, sir.

— Jim, how's my favorite wife?

— One minute, let me check, sir.

In a minute in a tube a voice of the Butler:

— You know, sir, your wife was locked in your bedroom together with a gentleman.

— That? Jim, I command you to come to my office, get out of the Desk drawer key from the bedroom and the gun and shoot them both! — angry Lord.

— Of course, sir.

A few minutes later he heard the receiver on the sound of the shot. Butler:

Sir, I have fulfilled your request. I shot your wife but the gentleman that was with her jumped out the open window and disappeared into the garden.

But, Jim! — surprised the Lord — Where in my manor garden? I have his he has never been!

— Oh, sir, I'm sorry, I think you got the wrong number.

— Apologize for this misunderstanding before your host, Jim.

— Nothing, sir! helpfully answered the Butler.

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