Up in Yorkshire > > > > A rugby league fan is drinking in a Yorkshire bar, when he gets a call > on his mobile phone. He hangs up, grinning from ear to ear, and orders > a round of drinks for everybody in the bar, announcing his wife has > just given birth to a typical Yorkshire baby boy weighing 25 pounds. > > Nobody can believe that any new baby can weigh in at 25 pounds, but the > rugby fan just shrugs and replies, 'That's about average in Yorkshire > ... like I said, my boy's a typical Yorkshire baby boy. Gonna be a > rugby league player.' > Congratulations showered him from all around, amid many exclamations of > 'WOW!' One woman actually fainted due to sympathy pains. > > Two weeks later, he returns to the bar. The bartender says, Say, aren't > you the father of that typical Yorkshire baby that weighed 25 pounds at > birth? > Everybody's been making bets about how big he'd be in two weeks. So, > how much does he weigh now?' > > > The proud father answers, 'Twenty pounds.' > The bartender is puzzled, concerned and a little suspicious. 'What > happened? He already weighed 25 pounds the day he was born!' > > The Yorkshireman takes a slow swig of his Samuel Smith's, wipes his > lips on his shirt sleeve, leans into the bartender and proudly says, > > > > > 'Had him circumcised...'