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Two dyslexic skiers are at the top of the slope on their first day, and one starts fretting and cursing.
"Ahhhh, NO! Dammit. I can't believe it. No, no Noooooo!!"
"What's wrong with you?" asks his friend.
"Look, I don't know about you, but I can't now remember whether we're supposed to zig-zag down the slope, or zag-zig."
"Oh, bloody hell. Neither can I!" says the second skier, "Tell you what, I'll go ask that bloke over there."
So he shuffles awkwardly on his skis across to the third man and says to him, "Sorry to bother you, mate, but me and him, we're dyslexic, and we can't remember whether we're meant to zig-zag down the slope, or zag-zig down."
"There's no point asking me," says the man, "I'm a tobogganist."
"Ah, well, in that case, give me twenty Benson and Hedges and a box of matches."
"Ahhhh, NO! Dammit. I can't believe it. No, no Noooooo!!"
"What's wrong with you?" asks his friend.
"Look, I don't know about you, but I can't now remember whether we're supposed to zig-zag down the slope, or zag-zig."
"Oh, bloody hell. Neither can I!" says the second skier, "Tell you what, I'll go ask that bloke over there."
So he shuffles awkwardly on his skis across to the third man and says to him, "Sorry to bother you, mate, but me and him, we're dyslexic, and we can't remember whether we're meant to zig-zag down the slope, or zag-zig down."
"There's no point asking me," says the man, "I'm a tobogganist."
"Ah, well, in that case, give me twenty Benson and Hedges and a box of matches."