Three bits of tarmac go into a pub. They make their way over to the bar, and order three pints of beer.
The first piece of tarmac turns to the other two and says "I'm the ******* hardest out of us lot", and as if to prove it, smashes the full pint glass into his face, shattering the glass to bits. "See? I told you".
The second piece of tarmac turns to the first and says "**** off, I'm the ******* hardest out of every ****** here!". As if to prove it, he nuts the bar so hard that it splits in two. "See? I told you I was ******* hard."
The third piece of tarmac scoffs at the claims. "**** off, I'm the ******* hardest you bunch of soft *****". And as if to prove it, he beat the **** out of all the regulars in the pub, armed with only his little finger. "See? I'm the ******* hardest, make no mistake!"
And with that, seeing as the first bit of tarmac had a bloodied face, the bar was destroyed and the regulars needing hospital treatment, the three bits of tarmac retired to a corner table to continue their beers.
Just then, in comes another bit of tarmac. Identical to the other three, except he had a symbol of a bicycle imprinted on his chest.
The first bit of tarmac looked worried. "****, don't look now, don't stare at him!". The second and third bits of tarmac just laughed and said "Why?"
"Because he's a right Cycle-path!"
The first piece of tarmac turns to the other two and says "I'm the ******* hardest out of us lot", and as if to prove it, smashes the full pint glass into his face, shattering the glass to bits. "See? I told you".
The second piece of tarmac turns to the first and says "**** off, I'm the ******* hardest out of every ****** here!". As if to prove it, he nuts the bar so hard that it splits in two. "See? I told you I was ******* hard."
The third piece of tarmac scoffs at the claims. "**** off, I'm the ******* hardest you bunch of soft *****". And as if to prove it, he beat the **** out of all the regulars in the pub, armed with only his little finger. "See? I'm the ******* hardest, make no mistake!"
And with that, seeing as the first bit of tarmac had a bloodied face, the bar was destroyed and the regulars needing hospital treatment, the three bits of tarmac retired to a corner table to continue their beers.
Just then, in comes another bit of tarmac. Identical to the other three, except he had a symbol of a bicycle imprinted on his chest.
The first bit of tarmac looked worried. "****, don't look now, don't stare at him!". The second and third bits of tarmac just laughed and said "Why?"
"Because he's a right Cycle-path!"
