At the end of a tiny deserted bar in deepest darkest Glasgow sat Hughie, a

huge bear of a man. A man of few words, Hughie was a typical weegie. He

was having a dozen or two pints of heavy, when a short, well dressed, and

obviously gay man walked in and sat beside him.

After three or four beers, the gay man got the courage to say a few words

to Hughie. Leaning over towards him, he whispered, "Do you want a blow

job?"

At this, Hughie leaped up with fire in his eyes, and smacked the holy shit

out of the gay man. He proceeded to beat him all the way out of the

boozer, before chucking him bruised and battered into the gutter. He then

returned quietly to his seat.

Amazed, the barman quickly brought over another pint for Hughie and said,

"I've never seen you react like that. What did he say to you?"

"I don't know," Hughie replied. "Something about a job."

Ha,ha. Heard that one before though it was a scouser.