Fella starts work on a building site. Turns up Monday morning in a chauffeur driven rolls royce. Foreman spots this and calls him over.
Hey,you.
What?
What's your f*cking game?
How d'yer mean?
Turning up to work in a rolls royce. You're only a f*ckin brickie.
Oh. I see. Well, I'm a professional gambler.
'dangle berries'.
I am.
'dangle berries'. Prove it.
OK. I'll bet you that by four o'clock this afternoon, you'll have a hernia.
Behave.
Is it a bet or not?
You're on mate.
Foreman goes and sits in his portacabin all day. No chance of a hernia here. He-he.
Four o'clock comes, he calls the brickie over.
Four o'clock, no hernia, give us me ten quid.
Hang on, how do I know you haven't had a hernia? Drop yer kecks.
Foreman drops his kecks. Brickie bounces one ball up and down on his trowel, hmmmmm, then the other, hmmm. You're right, no hernia, here's your ten pounds.
I thought you said you were a professional gambler.
I am. See all the fellas on the scaffold up there? I bet them twenty quid each I'd have your balls on the end of my trowel before the day was out.
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