Two lumps of tarmac were having a bevy in the pub...one says to the other

"what stretch of road r u from....."

 

"M6"

 

"Busy strech of road that...i've always wanted to [censored] there"

other one says

 

"what about you where r u from"

 

"Oh i'm M1.."

 

"ohhh M1 eh thats a massive stretch that..massive..i dont envy your

job..."

 

So there sitting there having a bevy all night talking about traffic etc

when about 11.15, just after last orders the door gets kicked open and

this angry lookin red piece of tarmac stroles in...next thing all the

other bits of tarmac start drinking up, leaving their pints and getting

off!!

 

"Who's he" said the M1

 

"Ohhhh dont look at him, he'll kill you"

 

"why who is he like???"

 

" dont look at him, please"

 

"Why like???"

 

"well see that red angry bastard"

 

"yeah"

 

 

"he's a f@#kin cyclepath!!!!!!!!!!!!!"