A piece of tarmac walks into a bar. "Hello" says the barman. "Shut up." Says the bit of tarmac. "I am the hardest piece of Tarmac around here, so just shut up." "Actually," Says a voice from the corner "I am the hardest piece of Tarmac around here." "No you're not" "Yes I am ... And so a bit of a fight begins, just as the door is flung open and a red piece of Tarmac walks in. "I beg to differ" he says "But I think you'll find I am the hardest piece of Tarmac around here." "Bloody hell" says the first piece of Tarmac "He's right. He's a blooming Cycle path"
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