General   (General discussion, talk about anything.)

chap goes into pub and orders a pint of mild. As he takes his first mouthful, he squints, breaks wind and fills his kecks with diarrhoea stinking the place out.

I'm so terribly sorry, he says you've no idea how embarrassing this is and he dashes off.

next evening he returns. 'feeling better sir?' asks the landlord. Yes thank you he replies and orders a pint of mild.

Has a sup, sqints, lets one go and follows through, again stinking the pub out.

'Oh I'm so sorry' he exclaims, 'this is so embarrassing'

the landlord tells him that there is obviously something amiss and he should see the quack. politely asking him not to return until he is cured.

several weeks pass and your man goes back into pub and orders a mild.

are you sorted-out asks landlord. 'yes' he replies. 'you sure?' the chap explains that the doc told him it was a psychological problem and he had been to see a shrink.

reassured that everything is hunky-dory, the landlord serves him.

he takes a mouthfull, squints, farts and fills his pants.

'SWINE YOU SAID YOU WERE CURED' shouts the governor.

'I am says the chap.' 'I'm not embarrasssed anymore'