A Cornishman is drinking in a Newlyn pub. He gets a call on his cell phone.
He hangs up, grinning from ear to ear and orders a round of drinks for everybody in the pub because, he announces, his wife has just produced a typical Cornish baby boy weighing 25 pounds.
Nobody can believe that any new baby can weigh in at 25 pounds, but the Cornishman just shrugs. "That's about average down here in Penwith. Like I said, my boy's a typical Cornish baby boy." Congratulations showered him from all around and many exclamations of, "Bugger me " were heard. One Maid actually fainted due to sympathy pains.
Two weeks later the Cornishman returns to the bar. The bartender says, "Ere, you're the father of that typical Cornish baby boy that weighed 25 pounds at birth, aren't you ? Everybody's been makin' bets about how big he'd be in two weeks. We were going to call you ... so how much does he weigh now ?"
The proud father answers, "Seventeen pounds." The bartender is puzzled and concerned. "What happened ? He already weighed 25 pounds the day he was born." The Cornish father takes a slow swig from his pint of Tribute, wipes his lips on his shirt sleeve, leans into the bartender and proudly says, "Had to have him circumcised"
JUST SMILE!
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