Everybody’s been making’ bets about how big he’d be in two weeks …. so how much does he weigh now?”
The proud father answers, “Seventeen pounds.” The bartender is puzzled and concerned. “What happened? He was 25 pounds the day he was born.”
The father takes a slow swig of his Jame-son Irish Whisky, wipes his lips on his shirt sleeve, leans into the bartender and proudly says, “Had Graeme circumcised.”