A pub that catered especially to roads was doing a booming business. One day, an express route walks in and orders a drink. Looking round the place, he notices a road seated in the corner, drinking alone and muttering to himself. Calling the barman over, the express route says, 'What's the story on him in the corner, then?'
'Completely crazy', answers the barman. 'That's one's a real cycle-path.'
Boru
'Completely crazy', answers the barman. 'That's one's a real cycle-path.'
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson