Two English blokes are in the habit of meeting every Monday afternoon for a pint and a sandwich in a Tetley's bar in their town. The first fellow arrives a bit late and finds his mate sitting at the table looking obviously quite upset. He sits down.
"What on earth's the matter?" he says to his friend, who looks up.
"Oh, thank God you've showed up", the friend says. "I'm afraid I've made the biggest ass of myself just now. D'you see that barmaid over there under the Tetley's sign- the one with the big breasts, there?"
"Yes, she's rather hard to miss, isn't she. She looks quite put out. What happened?"
"Well, I got here early, and I thought I'd get us the usual pints, and I was looking at her chest, and I walked up and asked for two pints of TITley's, and she's furious, and of course I'm totally disgusted with myself for being a fool. "
His friend pats him on the shoulder consolingly. He says "you know, these things happen sometimes. They've happened to me as well. For example...
"..last Sunday morning I was home with my wife, and we were having breakfast, and we had the tea and breakfast things and the Sunday newspaper all spread out over the dining room table, and the toast, and scones, and whatnot, and I couldn't find the marmalade. So I opened my mouth to ask my wife where it was, and instead of saying 'Darling, would you mind passing me the marmalade, please?' what came out was..."
"You bitch! you've ruined my f--king life..."