A neighbour of Bill the (Thick) farmer (Kidburngill Farm) drove past one of his fields every day for a week. Every time he drove past there was thick Bill the (Thick) farmer standing in the middle of the field doing nothing.
One day the neighbour decided to stop and walked into the field and asked Bill the (Thick) farmer why he was spending every day standing in his field doing nothing.
I’m trying to win the Nobel Prize.
How asked the confused neighbour?
Well I heard they give the Nobel Prize to people who are out standing in their field.
It's true... :o)
One day the neighbour decided to stop and walked into the field and asked Bill the (Thick) farmer why he was spending every day standing in his field doing nothing.
I’m trying to win the Nobel Prize.
How asked the confused neighbour?
Well I heard they give the Nobel Prize to people who are out standing in their field.
It's true... :o)
