“Hello, Bates,” said Lady Symthe to the gardener. “Do you
think you’re a good sport?”
“I believe so, yes Ma’am,” replied the puzzled man.
“And do you think you’re a good fu*k?” she asked,
unbuttoning her blouse to reveal nothing on underneath.
“I think I am, yes,” stammered the blushing gardener.
“Well, if that’s so, fu*k off, it’s April Fools Day.”