Lunches

[Seafood]

Pat Murphy and his two mates Mike and Fred were helping to build the Empire State Building. For about the last month they'd been complaining about always getting the same thing for their lunch. Mike and Fred said they'd asked their wives for something different now and again but nothing changed.

Sitting high up on the building's framework one day they opened their lunchboxes hoping to see something different. “Bloody hell,” said Mike, “this is past a joke, bloody cheese and marmite sandwiches again, l've had it,” and he jumped off to his death.

Fred opened his box and yelled,” Oh, my bloody godfather, mutton and pickles again, l've had a gutful of this,” and he jumped off.

Pat gingerly opened his box and saw one sandwich with a dried up potato patty in it. He said to himself, ”Oh my God, not again, l can't eat another one of these,” and jumped off to his death.

At the funerals the three widows were talking about the situation and Mike's widow said, “ l didn't think it was so serious, l was going to put something different in Mike's lunch next week.” Fred's widow said, “l didn't think Fred was in such a hurry for a change in his lunch, if l'd realized that l would have changed it the next day.”

Pat's widow had a look of bewilderment on her face when she said, “l can't understand Pat, he's been making his own lunches for years.”