CANADIAN PRIDE
A Canadian from Saskatoon is having a few beers in a Pittsburg bar. His cell phone rings, he answers, yells, hangs up, and buys a round for the house.
“What’s the occasion?” asks one of the patrons.
“New baby boy, son number five, healthy, weighs in at 20 lbs, just like his brothers did.”
“Twenty pounds? You’ve got to be a bit loopy, pal.”
“No, no, that’s about average up north. We have to grow big to stay warm. He’s a 20-pounder all right.”
A week later he’s back in the same bar. All the regulars ask him how much his new boy weighs after a week.
“About 11 pounds now, so says the wife.”
“Eleven pounds? What happened? Is he sick?”
The Canadian laughs. “No, no, he’s healthy as a horse. We just had him circumcised.”
A Canadian from Saskatoon is having a few beers in a Pittsburg bar. His cell phone rings, he answers, yells, hangs up, and buys a round for the house.
“What’s the occasion?” asks one of the patrons.
“New baby boy, son number five, healthy, weighs in at 20 lbs, just like his brothers did.”
“Twenty pounds? You’ve got to be a bit loopy, pal.”
“No, no, that’s about average up north. We have to grow big to stay warm. He’s a 20-pounder all right.”
A week later he’s back in the same bar. All the regulars ask him how much his new boy weighs after a week.
“About 11 pounds now, so says the wife.”
“Eleven pounds? What happened? Is he sick?”
The Canadian laughs. “No, no, he’s healthy as a horse. We just had him circumcised.”
