Old joke - not in kilometres.
Two drunks staggering home lost their way
on a very foggy night. They wandered off the
main road and stumbled into a cemetery.
One said, "I just tripped over something, it
feels like a gravestone".
The other lit a match to see a little better
and replied, "Yep, its a gravestone all right.
And look, the bloke lived to 114 - he was
some joker called "Miles from Melbourne".
Ok, so its an old joke otherwise it would have
been in kilometres. Still worth a laugh.
Allan
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I once stole a calendar - and got 12 months.
