Some guys have all the luck. I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs and every night I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.
285 Yorkshiremen didn't like this.... Lol
It's so good to read all your comments. It's nice to know my loony bin is full of like minded people.
A few days ago a similar situation was heard in the canteen at work. Only it was THREE old programmers tried to impress the others with their work on old and weak computers when young.
Luxury 😂
"Looogshery!!"
Of the Pythons, Michael Palin is the only one in this sketch who was actually from Yorkshire.
This sketch gets better everytime I watch it.
Modern identity politics in a nutshell.
This is pretty much how I imagine conservative white men complaining about their hardships, oh I'm sorry, """hardships"""
Of course we had it tough as well; we used to wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning to catch the shuttle to Pluto where I used to work a 52 hour shift at the planet's core for a halfpenny a year! And when I came back to Earth I had to swim across the Atlantic ocean to go to our home (which was a matchbox stuck behind somebody else's toilet!) where I lived with my 300 brothers, sisters, cousins and nephews, and when our dad got home he would blend us all up and drink us for breakfast the following morning! but we were happier back then!!!!
This comments section reaffirms my faith in humanity. Came in to show my girlfriend this classic routine and spent an hour laughing at the comments. Won't try and join you, I have no sense of humour. My dad sold it to pay the rent on our ................. nuh that's all I got. Cheers.
😂 🤣😄Great
Luxury! Watching this Yorkshire man sketch on youtube. In my day, we didn't have internet or DVDs. In my day we use to live in an old tennis racket in the middle of platform 2 in Cardiff Central, with an invisible tv the size of a dice, with no channels, with a VCR with no eject or stop buttons. If I we wanted to watch a video, we would have to go to our local library 10 miles up in the middle of the M4 motorway, then you were only allowed only two videos, broken videos, the size of garden sheds, and then you will have to pay 10p for each minute, for each video. After 12:00pm the M4 motorway had to shut, so we had to go the long way through the lava lake, get burnt to a crisp, carrying the garden shed videos and then we got home and put the video in the VCR, the VCR would blow up in our faces, if we were lucky!!
I had to crawl out of my mother's womb six months premature and swim through half a mile of solid ice to get to school. There the teacher would force us to learn the million times table hanging upside down from the rafters. To get home again we had to run blindfold through a forest inhabited by werewolves. Home to us was a disused crow's nest perched on top of an electricity pylon. We considered ourselves lucky just to have the electricity.
Lucky bastards. When I was that age we had a thousand and six of us all living in the comma at the end of a sentence, up six hours before we went to bed, just so we could march the long road to Mordor and take a lottery to see who would be thrown in the fires of Mt. Doom. Then back home where our dad would beat us to death with each other–twice, if we were lucky– and then to sleep on a bed made of disgruntled porcupines.
We used to dream of living in a corridor 😂
I'm laughing just as much at the comments section as I was at the video! Well done folks.
I was blessed with a perfectly normal life and am not going to play Misery Poker with the comments section.
Luxury. I used to have to watch videos on YouTube and read the comments sections...