Traffic Warden's fun eralþ As the coffin was being lowered into the ground at a Traffic Wardensfuneral, a voice from inside screamsIm not dead, Im not dead. Let me out! The Vicar smiles, leans forward sucking air through his teeth and muttersToo f**king late pal, Ive already done the paperwork
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