Now that's a nice one.
Makes me feel a lot better.


Yesterday I was walking through the city centre at the very late hour of 3 in the afternoon.
A wildly drunken man started humming and opened his mouth.
I was expecting another rendition of 'Donald where's yer trooser?'

What did I get?
.
.
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'Where's yer wellies?!'


I'm still trying to figure out why he expected me to be wearing wellingtons.