Two pieces of red tarmac walk into a bar, growling at the customers and busting for a fight.
"Two pints of whisky now mate, 'cos we're well 'ard us."
The barman duly serves the drinks, then the two Tarmacs start breaking the bar up - high on the brew.
Suddenly, the bar entrance smashes open, and in walks a piece of green tarmac.
"Barkeep! Gallon of whisky, NOW, and I'll take on anyone in the bar!"
The two pieces of red take one look at this and immediately run behind the bar, shaking behind the barman's legs.
"Why don't you two 'ard b@$t@rd$ go and sort him out?" says the barman.
The first piece of red says "We're not going anywhere near him! He's a CyclePath!" |
