A Manc ventriloquist visiting Liverpool walks into a sink estate and sees a local sitting outside patting his dog. He figures he'll have a little fun, so he says to a local , Hi, mind if I talk to your dog?' Dipper: 'The dog doesn't talk, you stupid Manc.' Ventriloquist: 'Hello dog, how's it going mate?' Dog: 'Yeah, doin' all right.' Dipper (look of extreme shock) Ventriloquist: 'Is this villager your owner?' (pointing at the Dipper) Dog: 'Yep' Ventriloquist: 'How does he treat you?' Dog: 'Yeah, real good. He walks me twice a day, feeds me great food And takes me to the seaside once a week to play.' Dipper: (look of utter disbelief) Ventriloquist: 'Mind if I talk to your horse?' Dipper: 'Uh, the horse doesn't talk either....I think.' Ventriloquist: 'Hey horse, how's it going?' Horse: 'Cool' Dipper (absolutely dumbfounded) Ventriloquist: 'Is this your owner?' (Pointing at the villager) Horse: 'Yep' Ventriloquist: How does he treat you? Horse: 'Pretty good, thanks for asking. He rides me regularly, Brushes me down often and keeps me in the shed to protect me from the Elements..' Dipper: (total look of amazement) Ventriloquist: 'Mind if I talk to your sheep?' Dipper: (in a panic) 'The sheep's a ****en liar.
If a manc came over here talking the piss the poor **** would get the dog set on him and a good hiding for his troubles.
So the bloke was nonchalantly sat outside with a dog a horse and a sheep on a estate in Liverpool? Reckon the bloke would have been stabbed just for being that weird freaking out the locals thinking they were tripping or such like.