A Mars bar and a Twix are sitting having a quiet pint when in swaggers packet of Tunes.
"Come on, drink up" says Mars, obviously worried. "I don't like his sort"
"Why's that?" asks the puzzled Twix "He don't look like trouble"
"Oh, don't mess with him, he's menthol"
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The M1 and the A1 are in the same pub the next day when through the door blunders a long strip of red tarmac
"Ohh, here comes trouble" remarks the M1, edging away
"Eh?" asks the A1 "Why's the biggest road in the country scared of a skinny runt like that?"
"Aww mate! Don't you know? He's a bloody cyclepath!"
Ba-dum-tishhhhh!
I'm here all week!