Paddy and Mick are in the RAF Reg. A bloke with three stripes says to them. I want the height of that flag pole before tea time
They start with the long measuring tape, after 8' it collapsed in a big heap. They continue with long sticks, and tapes nailed to stick. After about two hours of struggling they are attempting to climb up, with a tape in their hands. Along sauntered this gorgeous blonde Corporal.
What you doing Paddy.
Trying to get the height of this f...ing pole. With that she gets out a couple of spanners, undoes the bolts at the bottom, and gets them to lie it down. Measures it, and tells them its 8 meters. And walks off.
Paddy looks at Mick and says, bloody typical blonde. Dim as sh t.
We wanted the height, and she gives us the length.