What's one to do if one fails to bring sufficiently interesting reading material during one's commute on the Underground?
Read over someone's shoulder of course.
I just happened to glance at my neighbour's book. It had a page of jokes. Oh, what joy. Ideal reading-over-the-shoulder type material. I only managed to get one joke down while he was next to me, but it kinda tickled me all the same.
A chicken is lying back against the pillows, smoking a cigarettte, a satisfied grin on his beak.
An egg is lying next to the chicken, frowning and frustrated.
The chicken says "Well, I guess that answered that question then."
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