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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