Reply #17: What sort of knuckle-headed jurors were they? To be honest, I know it was an outrage but it reminds

[Joe Chi Minh]

me of a joke, ironically about an American tourist visiting the England, who found it very difficult to persuade a waiter at his hotel that he really didn't want the Brown Windsor soup, no matter how fervently and repeatedly he recommended it.

In the early hours of the morning, a couple of nurses mistook him for a sick patient of theirs staying at the hotel in another room, swiftly woke him up and before he knew what was going on, rammed a syringe up his backside and injected him with an enema.

The next day, when he was talking to a fellow American tourist he had just met, he told him that there wasn't a lot of advice he could give him, but the limeys were all barking mad, and whatever he did, if he was offered Brown Windsor soup by the waiter, he should make damn sure he accepted it or they'd break into his room in the middle of the night and ram it right up his ass!