Two drunks walk into an unguarded bus depot at 2 a.m. to borrow a bus to get home.
Jim: Let’s have this one.
Fred: That’s a 265. It doesn’t go anywhere near our street.
Two drunks walk into an unguarded bus depot at 2 a.m. to borrow a bus to get home.
Jim: Let’s have this one.
Fred: That’s a 265. It doesn’t go anywhere near our street.
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