Okay, I've just finished work an I'm on me way to bingo an I thinks to meself 'chicken!', so I goes an gets me a burger. As I'm openin me wrapper I looks up an what does I see?
Straight in front of me is a car, the front passanger window is wound down by about 4 inches and theres an arm hanging out. My first reaction was obviously that it was fake but on closer inspection
I found it was indeed attached to a body. Now, I had a dilemma on me hands... do I go for help an let me burger get cold or do I eat me burger and then go for help?
I looked at the body, I looked at the burger and I am ashamed to say the burger won. So I finishes me burger an I go to get help from the bingo hall cos thats the nearest place.
I goes up to reception an I tells the fella behind the desk what I've seen. I can see hes sceptical so I flop me head to one side, squish up me face, lollop out me tongue and say 'he looks like this!'
as Im doing all this Im dangling my arm trying to demonstrate the arm in the window. So the receptionist says he'll get the manager. 10 minutes pass and I'm thinking... what if he aint dead...
if hes had a stroke or a heart attack by the time help arrives he'll be dead. Dammm that delicious chicken burger with its tasty garlic mayo!
anyway, Barbara the manager arrives and after another 5 minutes of 'he looks like this! (flop, lollop, dangle) we go out to the car an she taps on the window an says to the body, are you alright?
with that he opens one eye, lifts his dangling arm and gives her the thumbs up. Barbara looks at me like I'm a complete mörön and goes back inside.
The moral to this story is never help anyone cos ya just end up lookin like a twät.
