Keith's Ramblings

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The locals at The Baaamy Inn were being unusually quiet whilst looking around at the Christmas decorations and listening to the carols playing in the background, until….the door flew open and in came turkey farmer Bob, Bobble to his colleagues, followed by six of his feather pluckers; he always treats them to a drink when they’ve finished the season’s plucking session!

Landlord Len never looks forward to this annual event, for despite reminding them to brush themselves down before coming in, they always forget and within minutes the floor is covered with feathers and people begin sneezing!

“I’ve had a record year for orders”, said Bob, “partly because I was invited along the the local radio channel to talk about my turkeys, this year the pluckers had to work harder then ever so I thought they deserved more than just a drink, and I’m treating them to some of those delicious mince pies that Len still has made to Maggie’s  special recipe!” 

“There was a comedian on that achoo channel the other day”, said Arthur, “and he told a tale about a British cat called achoo  One-Two-Three who challenged a French cat called Un-Deux-Trois to a swimming achoo race across the English Channel, One-Two-Three won because Un-Deux-Trois cat sank!”; it was met with more groans than giggles from his  fellow farmers, so Joker Colin thought he’d seize the opportunity and get punning!

“I told a joke about a turkey achoo but I got told off for using fowl language – my leg’s Favourite channel is the Dis-knee channel – I’ve started a YouTube channel achoo about viruses, I’m a real influenz-er – on the History Channel+1, history repeats itself – if it wasn’t for electricity we’d be watching TV by candlelight – you can cut the sea in half achoo with a sea-saw – Ireland is only one C away from Iceland – mermaids wear seashells because B shells are to small…”OY”, shouted Landlord Len, “you know I don’t ACHOO allow jokes  about ladie’s you-know-whats!”

Over at the knitting circle Natilie was telling them about her annual Christmas Eve tradition of leaving an old sock on the bedpost hoping that Santa Claus, aka her husband, will place something inside it; apparently last year Santa, sorry, hubby placed a can of deodorant in it,  “I told him that if he wants me to smell nicer achoo he should consider popping something fragrant inside it like a bottle of Chanel number five!” – and so the conversations, and sneezing continued until turning out time! 

…but not next week, because there’s something going on that’ll be keeping me busy! Seasons Greetings from all the The Baaamy Inn!

Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting Six Sentence Stories where this week’s given word is Channel