Three Aussie blokes are working on a building site, Mongrel, Bluey and Kev.
Kev slipped on the scaffolding and fell to his death. Bugger me, said Mongrel, poor Kev.
Someone’s got to tell his wife.
Bluey said, I’m pretty good with this stuff, leave it to me.
Two hours later he came back with a carton of beer.
Where did ya get the grog from mate? Said Mongrel.
Bluey replied with a grin, Kev’s wife gave it to me.
That’s unbelievable, you told Kev’s wife that Kev had died and she gave you a carton of beer.
Well not exactly, replied Bluey.
When she answered the door, I said, ah, you must be Kev’s widow.
She said, you must be mistaken, I am not a widow.
So I said, I bet you a carton of beer you are.
