Davie and Chas were a couple of drinking pals who worked as aircraft mechanics at Glasgow Airport. One day the airport was fogged in and they were stuck in the hangar with nothing to do.
Davie said, "Jeez, I wish we had something to drink!".
Chas says, "Me as weel. Y'ken, I've heard ye can swallie jet fuel and get a buzz. Ye gonnae try it?
So they pour themselves a couple of glasses of high-octane hootch and get completely smashed.
The next morning Davie wakes up and is surp...rised at how good he
feels. In fact he feels GREAT! NO hangover! NO bad side effects. nothing! Then the phone rings...It's Chas.
Chas says, "Hey, how do you feel this mornin'?"
Davie says, "Brilliant! Whit aboot yerself?"
Chas says, "I feel great, too. Do ye have a sair heid?"
Davie says, "Naw, that jet fuel is great stuff - nae hangover,
nothin'. We need tae drink this stuff insteed o' Smirnoff."
"Aye! But there's just one thing..."
"Whit's that?".
"Have ye farted yet?"
"Naw..."
"Well, DINNAE, 'cause I'm in Dusseldorf
