Jookle

Twa wifies shoppin at a supermarket inaboot at the caal meat section. "Michty me!" says Mrs Smith "Wid ye tak a look at the price o the spam!" The ither wifie says "Aye it's gettin ower dear nooadays it's a national scandal!" Mrs Smith jist shook her heed sayin "I jist dinna ken fit I'm gan tae pit intae ma man Jockie's piece denner noo at that prices?"
The ither wifie says in a whisper "I get a tin o dogfood for my man's denner tae spread on his piece ilka day and he disna ken the difference ava." Mrs Smith fair teen aback at this "Oh michty my Jockie wid ken the difference straacht awa if I did that!"
But the ither wifie shook her heed "Na na he widna ken if ye pit some o yon chillies sauce intae it. And onywye at 40 pence a tin dogfood's much chaiper than spam at twa poun a pack." Mrs Smith still doubtful but gye stumpit for siller bocht a tin o 'Jookle' dogfood tae gee it a try. A puckle weeks later Mrs Smith wiz back intae the supermarket fin faa should she bump intill but the ither wifie. She speired at her how her man wiz gettin on wi his doogfood piece denners? At this Mrs Smith burst oot greetin sayin her man Jockie wiz deed. "Oh me!" says the ither woman "That's affa. Fit happened?" Mrs Smith dryin her een shook her heed and replied "We're nae richt sure fit happened but me an Jockie were sittin watchin T.V. ae nicht fin he started barkin like a dog and chasin his ain tail. "Oh michty!" says the ither woman. Mrs Smith continued "Well this wint on for a fair while till eventually he fell aff the settee and broke his neck!"