Shipwrecked

[Bootneck]

A Welshman was washed up on a beach after a terrible shipwreck. Only a sheep and a sheepdog were washed up with him.
After looking around, he realised that they were stranded on a deserted island.

After being there a while, he got into the habit of taking his two animal companions to the beach every evening to watch the sun set.

One particular evening, the sky was a fiery red with beautiful cirrus clouds the breeze was warm and gentle
- a perfect night for romance.

As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to the lonely Welshman. Soon, he leaned over to the sheep and put his
arm around it. But the sheepdog, ever protective of the sheep, growled fiercely until the man took his arm from around the sheep.
After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the sunsets together, but there was no more cuddling.

A few weeks passed by and, lo and behold, there was another shipwreck. The only survivor was a beautiful young woman,
the most beautiful woman the Welshman had ever seen. She was in a pretty bad way when he rescued her and he slowly
nursed her back to health.

When the young maiden was well enough, he introduced her to their evening beach ritual. It was another beautiful evening
red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm and gentle breeze - perfect for a night of romance. Pretty soon, the Welshman started to get
"those feelings" again. He fought the urges as long as he could, but he finally gave in and leaned over to he young woman,
cautiously, and whispered in her ear: "Would you mind taking the dog for a walk?"

 

[Concerned American]

A Welshman was washed up on a beach after a terrible shipwreck. Only a sheep and a sheepdog were washed up with him.
After looking around, he realised that they were stranded on a deserted island.

After being there a while, he got into the habit of taking his two animal companions to the beach every evening to watch the sun set.

One particular evening, the sky was a fiery red with beautiful cirrus clouds the breeze was warm and gentle
- a perfect night for romance.

As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to the lonely Welshman. Soon, he leaned over to the sheep and put his
arm around it. But the sheepdog, ever protective of the sheep, growled fiercely until the man took his arm from around the sheep.
After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the sunsets together, but there was no more cuddling.

A few weeks passed by and, lo and behold, there was another shipwreck. The only survivor was a beautiful young woman,
the most beautiful woman the Welshman had ever seen. She was in a pretty bad way when he rescued her and he slowly
nursed her back to health.

When the young maiden was well enough, he introduced her to their evening beach ritual. It was another beautiful evening
red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm and gentle breeze - perfect for a night of romance. Pretty soon, the Welshman started to get
"those feelings" again. He fought the urges as long as he could, but he finally gave in and leaned over to he young woman,
cautiously, and whispered in her ear: "Would you mind taking the dog for a walk?"

Lemme guess--Tommy T?

 

[Bootneck]

Lemme guess--Tommy T?

A Welshman walks into the bedroom with a sheep under one arm. His wife is in bed.

He says: "This is the pig I have sex with when you have a headache!"

Wife says: "Ya stupid bastard! I think you'll find that's a sheep!"

He responds: "Shut it, I wasn't talking to you."

 

[Concerned American]

A Welshman walks into the bedroom with a sheep under one arm. His wife is in bed.

He says: "This is the pig I have sex with when you have a headache!"

Wife says: "Ya stupid bastard! I think you'll find that's a sheep!"

He responds: "Shut it, I wasn't talking to you."

Tell me if this is true. I was told that the Welsh invented the sheep intestine condom. I was also told the Irish improved it by taking it out of the sheep before use.