Theer Ahfter Me Looky Chahrmmms!
Holy cow, what a brogue.
Anyway, did you hear the one about the Irish Rally driver? After he crashes his car, he and his navigator have to walk to the nearest bus depot. But it’s late and the buses have stopped running. He tries to enlist his compatriot in a scheme to steal a bus to get home.
“We’re stranded, Mike, unless we steal a bus.”
“They’ll put us in the gaol for sure if we’re caught, Pat, but there’s nothing else for it.”
And with that, Pat breaks the window on the bus garage. The lights are out, and it’s dark, and they’re fumbling around. Mike finally finds a bus with the keys in it and starts it up.
“Pat, hurry up and get in.”
“Mike, we can’t steal that bus. That’s the number 89 bus. It doesn’t go by our flat.”
“Don’t be daft, Pat; it goes to the roundabout near Saint Mary’s. We can walk home from there.”
Le Mans-ette
Racing at Le Mans in glorified go-karts. Top speed around 150 miles per hour. Awesome. I want one.
No, I want two. One for you, too.
And Now, Some Horse’s Ass
Remember, kids: If you’re not winning, the view is always the same.