Fellow drinker asks, “What was he driving?”
Bloke replies, “A mob of sheep.”



Bloke walks into the pub & says to the assembled drinkers, “Geez, sorry I’m late fellers. Got stuck behind Arthur. He’s gotta be the slowedt driver in the district.”
Fellow drinker asks, “What was he driving?”
Bloke replies, “A mob of sheep.”
I don't think that any of us on these pages has not had a case of sausage fingers, some of us more than once. I consider myself a repeat offenders. Thankfully we can edit on this forum, IF we realise our error.
Even harder these days because the dogs would need to social distance the sheep while social distancing themselves from the sheep .....
Sorta like the human variety of Sheeple