Two deaf blokes were out one evening and decided to call into a pub for a pint. One said, by means of signing, “You sit down, I’ll get these.”
“Two pints best bitter please” he said to the bartender, signing and talking in that inimitable way that the deaf have.
“That’ll be eight pounds please.”
“Eight ****in’ quid for two pints!!! Why?”
“We’ve got music on.”
“Music! We’re deaf. What sort of music is it anyway? Is it rock ‘n’ roll?”
“No.”
“Is it soul?”
“No.”
“Is it R ‘n’ B?”
“No.”
“Well what is it?”
“It’s country and western.” At that he takes the beers over to his mate and tells him “Eight ****in’ quid for two pints.”
“Whhaaaat? Why?”
“They’ve got music on.”
“Music!! We’re deaf fer crissake! What sort of music is it anyway, is it rock ‘n’ roll?”
“No.”
“Well is it soul?”
“No.”
“Well is it R ‘n’ B?”
“No.”
“Well what is it then?”
“It’s some c*nt from Preston . . . .