peirre:
Once upon a time, there was a truck driver. He went for a drive in Lincolnshire. Pretty soon, he came upon a house in Grantham, so he pulled over and knocked on the door and when no one answered, he walked right in.At the table in the kitchen, there were three Steak dinners.
He was hungry. he tasted the steak from the first plate.“This steak is raw!” he exclaimed.
So, he tasted the steak from the second plate.
“This steak is over cooked,” he said
So, he tasted the last plate of steak.
“Ahhh, this steak is just right,” he said happily and he ate it all up.
After he’d tasted the three Steak dinners he decided he was feeling a little tired. So, he walked into the living room where she saw three chairs. He sat in the first chair to rest his feet.
“This chair is too big!” he exclaimed.
So he sat in the second chair.
“This chair is too big, too!” he whined (well he is a truck driver).
So he tried the last and smallest chair.
“Ahhh, this chair is just right,” he sighed. But just as the fat driver settled down into the chair to rest, it broke into pieces! (They’re only rated at 18st)
The driver was very tired by this time, so he went upstairs to the bedroom. he lay down in the first bed, but it was too hard. Then he lay in the second bed, but it was too soft. Then he lay down in the third bed and it was just right. So the driver fell asleep.
As he was sleeping, Dozy came home, looking at the table said “Someone’s been eating my steak dinner,” growled Dozy.
He then walked into the lounge to watch tv and noticed the broken chain and said
“Some fat gits been sitting in my chair and they’ve broken it all to pieces,” cried Dozy.
He decided to look around some more and when he got upstairs to the bedroom, Dozy growled, “Someone’s been sleeping in my bed,”
“Someone’s been sleeping in my bed, too” said Mama bear (sheepishly)
“Someone’s been sleeping in my bed and he’s still there!” exclaimed Dozy
Just then, The Driver woke up and saw Dozy. he screamed, “Help!” And he jumped up and ran out of the room and ran down the stairs, opened the door, and ran away into the high street, and he never returned to Grantham, instead he vowed to sleep in crappy lay-bys and eat Burger King on Friday nights.
Excellent. [WHITE SMILING FACE]
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