Twins

Conjoined twins walk into a pub in Sydney and park themselves on a bar stool. One of them says to the bartender, "Don't mind us, we’re joined at the hip. I'm John, he's Jim. Two VB thanks."

The bartender, feeling slightly awkward, tries to make polite conversation while pouring the beers. "Been on holiday yet, lads?"

"Off to the States next month," says John. "We go to the States every year, hire a car, and drive for miles, don't we, Jim?" Jim agrees.

"Ah, The States!" says the bartender. "Wonderful Country ... the climate, the beer, the culture..."

"Nah, we don't like that American crap," says John. "Pies, peas and VB, that's us, eh, Jim? And we can't stand the Yanks; they're so arrogant and rude, not civil and polite like us Aussies."

"So why keep going to The States?" asks the bartender.

"It's the only chance Jim gets to drive."

Damien that was so funny mate.

But most of the world would just think

I usually just speed in the centre of the road

There's a part on my license that says

Tear Down Dotted Line .........................

Dave