In the Pub the other day I was telling that old joke about what do you
do if you see an epileptic having a fit in the bath? Answer. Throw in
your washing.
We were all having a good laugh about this when this big
bastard tapped me on the shoulder and said, ''I don’t find that very
funny. My brother was an epileptic and he died in the bath during one
of his fits.''
I said, ''Sorry mate; did he drown?''
"No," he said, '' he choked on a sock. ''
