[Old Vantaa Man]

There's a team of painters from Liverpool contracted to do a job in Manchester.

At the end of the day, the foreman says to young Joey, the apprentice (do your best Beatles impression here..):

"Hey, Joey. Go down the garridge (gas station, US mates) and gerrus a bottle of turps to wash us brushes, like."

"OK Boss," says Joey and walks down to the nearby, er, gasolino station.

So Joey goes up to the feller and asks "Hey mate. Do ye sell turps?"

"Oh aye," says yer man. "What yer want? Video or audio turps?"










Fuck. Have I tried this joke on here before..?