Roadrunner
27-10-2006, 04:21 PM
Paddy and Mick are the only passengers in a small plane flying home to Cork when the pilot suddenly dies of a heart attack.
"Ooh feck, what we gonna do now, Paddy", says Mick.
The control tower comes over the radio ......
"Don’t worry guys, we’ll guide you down to the area of the landing strip but it’s really foggy today over Cork so you’ll need to do the final approach yourself. Oh and the runway is seriously short, so as soon as you hit the runway you’ve got to slam the brakes on …. Ok?"
"Sure", says Paddy. "Got ya …."
"Right, you keep your eyes open for the feckin runway, Mick, and I’ll do the flyin bit ...."
"There it is, there it is", says Mick, "left a bit, right a bit, etc., etc."
Paddy slams the brakes on and they skid to within an inch of the end of the tarmac.
"Pheeew, we’re alive!", says Mick, "and that runway was seriously short ...."
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"Aye, but look how feckin wide it is!"
"Ooh feck, what we gonna do now, Paddy", says Mick.
The control tower comes over the radio ......
"Don’t worry guys, we’ll guide you down to the area of the landing strip but it’s really foggy today over Cork so you’ll need to do the final approach yourself. Oh and the runway is seriously short, so as soon as you hit the runway you’ve got to slam the brakes on …. Ok?"
"Sure", says Paddy. "Got ya …."
"Right, you keep your eyes open for the feckin runway, Mick, and I’ll do the flyin bit ...."
"There it is, there it is", says Mick, "left a bit, right a bit, etc., etc."
Paddy slams the brakes on and they skid to within an inch of the end of the tarmac.
"Pheeew, we’re alive!", says Mick, "and that runway was seriously short ...."
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.
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"Aye, but look how feckin wide it is!"