He went to the second-hand shop.
A gambler might lose.
He ate his tacho.
the four hands (you dirty minds)
When asked for his name by the coffee shop clerk, my brother-in-law answered, Marc, with a C. Minutes later, he was handed his coffee with his name written on the side: Cark.
Second fella says "A kilt of course!" First fella "What's the tartin " "She's wearing white" says his pal
A re-cyclist.
The second hand shop.
Disappointed.
