Sandwhich?

One day, an English man, a Scott and an Irish man were working
on the top of a skyscraper, which was under construction. And as
they always do, at 1:30pm sharp, the hear the wistle for the
lunch hour, and get out their lunch boxes.


The English man sits next to the Scott and the Irish man and
opens his lunch box. He starts to complain, "Not again! I hate
it when i get peanut butter sandwiches!" The Scott then said,
"At least you didn't get marmite on yours!" The Irish man
disgustingly remarks his lunch "Tuna! I hate tune, and I'm
allergic." So the trio complain with themselves until the end of
the lunch hour, then get back to the work on the construction.


The next day at 1:30pm. The English man sadly says "Dammit! Not
again! Peanut butter, ugh! If i get peanut butter again I'll
kill myself!" The Scott just as horrified, "God almighty, its
sick! I honestly hate marmite, I think i'll join you if I get
this rubbish again!" he says to the English man. The Irish man
eager to quote hes lunch says "Mother of Earth! Not more tuna! I
hate the stuff. I just might join you two if I get the same
tomorrow!"


The next day, at 1:30pm. The English man opens his lunch box,
"OH MY GOD! That's it, it's peanut butter and i'm jumpin off!"
True to his word the sorry gimp jumped off the edge of the beam.
Now the Scott looks at the Irish man and says "do you really
think that I'm gonna live with this rubbish?! its marmite
again!" and without hesitation the poor flim head jumps afta the
English man. Now the Irish man, all alone thinks to himself,
"Please don't be tuna," and he opens his lunch box , low and
behold... tuna sandwiches. "On my mothers grave, why me!? It's
tuna again!" and he thinks for a second and then the stupid
paddy jumps after the two before him.


At their funeral, the widows all gather together and talk about
what had happened. The English mans wife sobs to the others, "IF
only I knew he hated peabut butter sandwiches, i wish he would
ahve told me." Now the Scotts wife upsettingly says, "I wish
that he had told me that he hated marmite, he never complained,
he was so kind." Now the Irish mans wife was just standing with
the other widows, very confused, "I have no idea why my husband
killed himself? He knows he makes his own sandwiches!?"