Late one night...

A mate and I had been out in Leeds until the small hours and having run out of money we were faced with a walk back to Whitkirk...My mate did not fancy this and came up with the bright idea of breaking into the bus depot in town and 'borrowing' a bus.

I stood outside to act as look out as he went in....after about 20 minutes of the sound of engines starting, reversing, stopping, more starting, reversing and stopping I went in to see what was going on.

"Why all the moving about?" Asks I.

"The number 18 is right at the back." Comes his reply...


"Don't be a tit..." I say. "There's a 57 just here, we can get off at Crossgates and walk."



I'm here all week folks....
( Larry Death Anger Pain Fear Aggression, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 22:47, 1 reply)

Wahey!
*click*
( chart cat has an itch, Tue 30 Jun 2009, 2:14, closed)