Gay men who wanted lunch and didn't know what else to do, or lesbian drivers working efficiently?
Posted on 06/18/2016 6:41:57 AM PDT by njslim
It was a messy morning on Interstate 287 Friday as two accidents, including one involving a truck carrying deli meat and another truck carrying bread, snarled traffic on both the northbound and southbound sides in Central Jersey. At 3:46 a.m., State Police received a report of an accident on southbound Interstate 287 involving two tractor-trailers in South Plainfield at mile post five, said Capt. Stephen Jones, a State Police spokesman. One was carrying bread while the other was hauling deli meat.
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Always the big cheese wanting to ham it up.
Gay men who wanted lunch and didn't know what else to do, or lesbian drivers working efficiently?
I suppose you could cook up something better!
Just sit out there and stew about it! : [
That’s taking “Make me a sandwich” a bit too far.
At least didnt get their salad tossed.....
Let them eat cake.
That is a recipe for disaster!
The vehicles joined the Club, sandwiched together.
The trailers got sandwiched.
Some friends and I in a public house
Was playing a game of chance one night
When into the pub a fireman ran
His face all a chalky white.
“What’s up”, says Brown, “Have you seen a ghost,
Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?”
“Me Aunt Mariah be buggered!”, says he,
“The bleedin’ pub’s on fire!”
And there was Brown upside down
Lappin’’ up the whiskey on the floor.
“Booze, booze!” The firemen cried
As they came knockin’ on the door (clap clap)
Oh don’t let ‘em in till it’s all drunk up
And somebody shouted MacIntyre! MACINTYRE!
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.
“Oh well,” says Brown, “What a bit of luck.
Everybody follow me.
And it’s down to the cellar
If the fire’s not there
Then we’ll have a grand old spree.”
So we went on down after good old Brown
The booze we could not miss
And we hadn’t been there ten minutes or more
Till we were quite pissed.
Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub
And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap)
Started takin’ off his pantaloons
Likewise his shoes and socks.
“Hold on, “ says Brown, “that ain’t allowed
Ya cannot do that thing here.
Don’t go washin’ trousers in the port wine tub
When we got Guinness beer.”
Then there came from the old back door
The Vicar of the local church.
And when he saw our drunken ways,
He began to scream and curse.
“Ah, you drunken sods! You heathen clods!
You’ve taken to a drunken spree!
You drank up all the Benedictine wine
And you didn’t save a drop for me!”
And then there came a mighty crash
Half the bloody roof caved in.
We were almost drowned in the firemen’s hose
But still we were gonna stay.
So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks
And we nailed ourselves inside
And we sat drinking the finest Rum
Till we were bleary-eyed.
The Old Dun Cow - Brobdingnagian Bards
Later that night, when the fire was out
We came up from the cellar below.
Our pub was burned. Our booze was drunk.
Our heads was hanging low.
“Oh look”, says Brown with a look quite queer.
Seems something raised his ire.
“Now we gotta get down to Murphy’s Pub,
It closes on the hour!”
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Obvious solution - call in a tanker truck of mustard.
Yum, yum!
Thank goodness it wasn’t a collision between a chocolate truck and a peanut butter truck
If a truck carrying beer was to collide with a truck carrying peanuts, let me know and I’ll be there.
I just hope a smaller vehicle wasn’t sandwiched between the two.
What a delicious collision.
Sounds like this person needs help.
Very interesting.
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