The Trouble With Tipples
She was peacefully tending the front garden. The ground started shaking. She looked up, she swore she could see flames. She certainly saw clouds of smoke. The problem was all this noise and smoke were heading her way.
The huge beast ground to a halt before her. The smoke was finally carried away on the gentle breeze. “Where the bloody hell did you get that contraption from” she bellowed. He stuttered a reply “I ….I …. won it …. won it in a card game”. “And your drunk” she yelled. “I …. am not drrrrrrunk” he slurred
She could not believe her ears and eyes, “what is it she asked” trying to calm down. “It’s a steam roller….oops” he tried replying, slipping and just catching the handrail.
“OK then smart arse, where are you going to park it” she quizzed. “Ahh if you don’t stop ya nagging woman, I’ll show you where I’ll park it” he spluttered back. With that he tried to dismount, slipped and fell flat on his face into her flowering border.