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Nov 08, 2011
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Lost again
I was travelling to Thursford, one day in the car
And I’d followed directions I’d got in the bar
We were on Caister road, was it left was it right
It was late, we were lost we were losing the light
We spotted a policeman and asked of him “pray,
Thursford my friend, can you tell me the way”
Well, he started to chuckle, he grinned then he laughed
Said “ you’ve listened to John, you’ve been pretty daft
It’s a good forty mile, you’ve had a bum steer
It’ll take you an hour, cos it’s nowhere near here”
So Johnny, old pal, your directions are crap, and
Next time I go out I’m consulting a map
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Comments
wesley snow
13 years 11 months ago
A mean little piece of humor.
I like it. wesley
shazbat
13 years 11 months ago
Why, thank you Wesley, it's
Why, thank you Wesley, it's good to know that it made somebody smile.
John
weirdelf
13 years 11 months ago
you have exellent craft.
it lightens the day
shazbat
13 years 11 months ago
Aaaw shucks, thank you sir. I
Aaaw shucks, thank you sir. I've got to admit this one made the regulars at my local pub laugh, because they all knew who and what it was about. Mind you it took John a little while to see the funny side.
John