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As the coffin was being lowered into the ground at a Traffic Wardens funeral, a voice from inside screams:
“I’m not dead, I’m not dead. Let me out!” The Vicar smiles and leans forward sucking air through his teeth as he does so, and mutters “Too ******* late I’ve already done the paperwork"
“I’m not dead, I’m not dead. Let me out!” The Vicar smiles and leans forward sucking air through his teeth as he does so, and mutters “Too ******* late I’ve already done the paperwork"
