David Beckham
Alex Ferguson calls David Beckham into his office.
'David,'he says, 'I'm worried about your performance the last few games.
You've been hopeless, completely off form.'
'Sorry, boss', says David. 'I've not been myself lately. I've got a few
problems at home.'
'Oh dear,' says Ferguson, pretending to care. 'What's up? Posh and Brooklyn
okay?'
'Oh they're fine', says David. 'It's just that something's really bugging
me and I'm losing sleep and everything. I can't concentrate on my football
and it's really messing me up.'
'Whatever's the matter, David?' says Fergie.
'Well, boss', says David, it's pretty serious. You see I'm really stuck
on this jigsaw and...'
'A jigsaw?!!!' shouts Alex. 'You're f......g up every time you play because
of a bloody jigsaw?!!!'
'Yeah, boss, but you don't understand, it's really doing myhead in!'
says David in that horrible whining voice. 'It's really hard and it's
this picture of a tiger and it looks really good on the box and I'm sure
I've got all the bits and everything but I just can't get it right and
it's doing my head in and I even had my hair cut to try and cool my brain
down and...'
'David, David, David,' says Ferguson. 'You've got to get a grip. It's
affecting our games and nothing is as important as Manchester Uniteds'
success, other than Roy Keane's wages, obviously.'
'Yeah, boss,' says David, 'but it's this picture of a tiger and it looks
really good on the box and I really want to finish it but it's really
hard and it's doing my head in and it's this picture..and it's a tiger
and it's hard...and I can't make the bits fit and, er, it's really hard,
er, boss and, er, it's a tiger, er,... on the box...er...boss.'
Ferguson waits until even Beckham realises he's repeating himself and
has got nothing else to say which took a bit longer than usual. 'David,'
he says, with that conceited, irritating, smug smile he uses for self-congratulatory
post-match interviews. 'Bring the tiger jigsaw in and let's have a look
at it. For Christ's sake, we've got to get you back to playing football.'
'Oh thanks, boss,' says David, 'that'd be really helpful 'cos it's really
hard and it's a picture of a tiger and it's doing my head in, that tiger
is.'
So David brings the jigsaw into Ferguson's office.
'Here it is, boss.' He says, showing Ferguson the picture on the box.
'Look, boss, it's this tiger, right, and it's a really good picture and
everything but I just can't do it and it's really hard and it's doing
my head in and it's this picture here of a tiger,' and Beckham empties
all the pieces from the box all over Ferguson's desk.
'David,' sighs Ferguson, 'put the f*...g Frosties back in the box.'
Q: How does Beckham change a light bulb?
A: He holds it in the air, and the world revolves around him
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