An Interlude with a Sefriken Boerseun [farm boy]

Aaw, why not to break with the drudgery of heavy serious Blogging about War and Politics?

 

A South African Boertjie was drinking in a London bar when his cellphone rang. He hung up grinning from ear to ear and ordered a round for the whole bar, announcing that his wife just gave birth to a 12kg baby boy.

Nobody could believe the weight but the South African just shrugged and said: ‘We make ’em big back home, folks.  My boy’s typically South African,’ [Sefrikens to the guys from Oz].

Congrats were showered on him and many exclamations of ‘WOW’ were heard. One woman even fainted.

Two weeks later the South African Boertjie returned to the same bar Barman asked, ‘We were going to call you, everyone’s been making bets as to how much your 12kg son weighs now, so how much does he weigh now?’

The proud father answered that he now weighed 9kg. The barman was puzzled and concerned and asked ‘What happened, he already weighed 12kg on the day he was born’.

The South African father took a slow swig from his long neck Castle beer, wiped his lips on his khaki shirt, leaned over and said: ‘Had him circumcised, boet’.