I took a Dutch girl with inflatable shoes out last week. We had such a good time I phoned her last night to see if she fancied going out again but unfortunately she’d popped her clogs.
Too blokes walk into a pub and get served. While they’re waiting for their drinks one notices a strip of green tarmac sat in the corner staring at him.
“WTF are you looking at?” he demands.
“Oh Christ, don’t start on him” his mates pleads, “He’s a cyclepath.”
I went into a butchers the other day and bet the owner that he couldn’t reach the meat on the top shelf.
“I can’t take that bet” he said, “The steaks are too high.”