(An Aberdonian comes back from his holiday in Paris.
His mate asks "Sandy did you hay a guid time loon?"
"I did that, think the waitress fancied me though like."
"Fi's that Sandy?"
"Weel at breakfast every day she asked me how mony eggs I'd like, like. I aye said "twa",... and ye ken fit? She aye gave me "three"!")
Badoom Tish! - I'll get my coat.
Sent via smoke-signal from a woodland in Scotland.
It's just taken me three hours to figure that one out. us Midlanders are perhaps not that bright when it comes to languages