^Сакаш рчкање за Ливерпул? Еве ти
I phoned the local radio station today. The presenter answered and said, "Congratulations on being our first caller, all you have to do is answer the following question correctly, to win our grand prize."
"That's fantastic!" I shouted in delight.
"Feel confident?" he asked. "It's a maths question."
"Brilliant, I'm excellent at Maths," I proudly replied.
"Ok then, to win our grand prize of 2 tickets to Liverpool's first home game and to meet the team in the dressing rooms what is 2+2?"
"7" I replied.
A young Liverpool fan is sat at his father's deathbed.
''My son...'' he croaks. ''Promise me you will remain a Liverpool fan forever.''
''I promise, Dad.'' the son says, tearfully.
''Good lad,'' his Dad replies, trembling. ''Now, I want you to do one last thing for me.....''
''Anything, Dad!''
''I want you to bring me an Everton shirt and help me put it on.''
His son is shell-shocked.
''What the fuck, Dad? You've been a loyal Kopite all your life! We both have. And now, as you lie on your death-bed, inches from your death, you want to switch sides and wear an Everton shirt?! WHY?!''
With his last ounce of strength, the dying man grabs his son's shoulder and pulls him close:
''Son....'' he gasps. ''It's better for one of them Toffee bastards to die than one of us.''