A load of pieces of black tarmac are laughing and joking and enjoying a pint

in their local when a piece of red tarmac comes in. Everything goes quiet and furtive, and the black tarmac move away from the bar and into corners as the red tarmac politely orders a bottle of whisky, a bottle of vodka and a bottle of brandy, downs them, pays, bids the barman good-day and walks out. As the noise level rises in the pub to a relieved chatter the barman asks a piece of black tarmac sitting at the bar, "why did everything go quiet and everyone seem to get dead scared when that pleasant piece of red tarmac came in?" Black tarmac replies, "pleasant? he’s a f**kin cylepath!"

Posted By: Colonel_Mustard, Dec 29, 18:32:14