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Two old men were holding up the queue outside the turnstile before the game, while one of them hunted for his ticket. He looked in his coat pockets and his waistcoat pockets and his trouser pockets, all to no avail. 'Hang on a minute,' said the gateman. 'What's that in your mouth?' It was the missing ticket!
As they moved inside the ground his mate said, 'Crikey Cyril! You must be getting senile in your old age. Fancy having your ticket in your mouth and forgetting about it!'
'I'm not that stupid,' said old Cyril. 'I was chewing last week's date off it.'
As they moved inside the ground his mate said, 'Crikey Cyril! You must be getting senile in your old age. Fancy having your ticket in your mouth and forgetting about it!'
'I'm not that stupid,' said old Cyril. 'I was chewing last week's date off it.'
