06-08-2004, 12:29 PM | #1 (permalink) |
It wasnt me
Location: Scotland
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The fire
During a particularly dry summer, a chemical plant bursts into flames, and the alarm goes out to all available fire departments. Twenty engines duly arrive, and spend the next three hours battling the inferno.
Eventually, with little sign of the fire being put out, the company director runs over and says: ‘All of our industrial secrets are still in there. I’ll offer £50,000 to any team that can salvage them.’ With renewed vigour, the firemen try to quench the flames, but to no avail. Suddenly, a dilapidated old engine with a volunteer crew of geriatrics comes screaming down the street, straight into the middle of the inferno. The other firefighters can only watch in awe as the old fellas hop out and bring the flames under control in ten minutes. As he writes out the cheque, the company director says to the chief fireman: ‘You old boys have done a great job. But tell me, what will you do with the money?’ The smoke-addled elderly gent peers at him, coughs, and says: ‘Well, first we'll get new fucking brakes for that truck.’
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06-09-2004, 04:55 AM | #3 (permalink) |
Insane
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Haha. When they're not in a bad mood, old people are really funny.
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