by Gary Dickson » Jan 26th, '07, 14:20
A piece of road and a piece of motorway walk into a bar and order a couple of pints.
"See me," says the piece of road, "I'm well 'ard I am. People walk on me, mums with pushchairs, bikes, cars, you name it."
"You? Hard?" says the piece of motorway with a snort of derision. "Don't make me laugh! You ain't hard. Now, I'm hard. I get cars, ten ton trucks, tanks. Don't talk to me about pushchairs!"
So, the barman is thinking to himself: "Better watch myself with these two. They could be trouble."
A couple of minutes later a pink piece of tarmac comes in, minces up to the bar and orders a babycham. Sipping his babycham he turns to the piece of road and piece of motorway and says "You two are the biggest tossers I ever met. I wouldn't p*ss on you if you were on fire," chucks the rest of his drink over them and waltzes out.
"What's going on?" asks the barman. "I've just heard you two saying how hard you were and that pink piece of tarmac walked all over you."
"Yeah, were 'ard, mate" replies the piece of motorway, "but he's a cycle path."