The professor and the petrol station Posted on June 10, 2011 by sarasiobhan Richy and his mate, Petey*, a renowned professor in politics, were chatting in the hall. LB wandered past, looked carefully at Petey’s shirt and said “Do you work in a petrol station, Petey?” * Pseudonym Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
Anyone I know? Very very funny
Ah, Hannah, you know I can’t divulge 😉
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