Three men married three different women. The first married a Greek girl. He told her he expected her to keep the house clean and have his dinner ready for him when he came home from work. The first day he saw the house was clean, but no dinner. The second day he saw the house was clean and his dinner ready for him. The second man married a Thai. He told her that he expected her to keep the house clean, do the laundry and have his dinner ready for him. The first day he saw that the house was clean but nothing else. The second day he saw the house was clean, the laundry done but no meal. The third day he saw the house was clean, the laundry done and lovely hot meal waiting for him. The third man married a Millwall supporter. He told her she was to keep the house clean, do the laundry, mow the lawn, polish the car and have his dinner ready for him. The first day he saw none of these things. The second day he saw none of these things either. The third day he managed to see a little out of his left eye where the swelling had gone down. The fourth day his arm was a little better and he managed to make himself a sandwich. The fifth day he managed to pee without passing blood.
i have a millwall girl story. I was in a bar in the west end, back in the day, when an attractive girl sauntered over and started chatting to me (it happened occasionally). 'Where are you from?' I asked. 'Bermondsey' she replied. 'Oh I'm sorry to hear that, never mind' I replied. At this point, the girl shook her head, turned and walked away. My best mate, used to my silver-tongued way with the ladies. Went over to her and apologised for my behaviour. 'Is your mate always this big a w*nker?' she asked ... 'a lot of the time, yes' he replied. They got chatting, he took her home to bermondsey and they had a brief but i'm sure very romantic night together. There's a moral to that story, but i'm not sure what it is.
As my mate said before we beat Rochdale last saturday," Kelly Maloney was a bloke the last time we won at home"
