As the coffin was being lowered into the ground at a Traffic Wardens funeral, a voice from inside screams: "I'm not dead, I'm not dead. Let me out!" The Vicar smiles, leans forward sucking air through his teeth and mutters: "Too f**king late pal, I've already done the paperwork."
lol ,,, they cop a lot ,,,, but
I've paid a lot for them to keep their jobs.
Cheers
There are 3 types of people in this world, Ones who make it happen, the second who watches what happens and the third who wonders what happened
Make it happen
