| frozenstellar |
04-21-2003 04:10 AM |
Two Irish Guys
Two irish guys, Paddy and Mike have spent the last 6months backpacking around Australia, and are sitting at the pub outside the airport in Melbourne, drinkin heavily until they run out of money.
Paddy turns to Mike and says 'Mike, I'm nowhere near drunk, and we're all outta money.'
Mike: 'Yeah, its fucked mate, guess we better look for a place to sleep for the night, cuz we're the last ones here'
The bartender overhears the conversation and tells the two of what the pilots do for a cheap night.
'The cheapass pilots mate, what they do is go round the back of the airport, jump the fence and drink the plane fuel. Works wonders, no hangover, and the taste is remarkable!'
They walk around the airport, jump the fence and find the barrels, and start chuggin away at it.
Mike: 'This stuff is remarkable!'
Paddy: 'My oath!'
The night passes and they end up polishing off an entire barrel. The next morning Mike wakes up, feels 110%. Astonished, he looks for Paddy, no sign. Calls him up to ask how he's feelin.
Paddy: 'mate, i feel sensational apart from one wee little problem'
Mike: 'whats that?'
Paddy: 'I farted and now I'm in Perth!'
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