A group of clowns rent furnished flats in London, but are annoyed to discover they haven't been provided with ironing boards. So they go to complain to their landlord.
"It's in the contract," says the landlord. "You lot have to use your window sills. Every clown has a sill for ironing."
Don't bother , I've already got my coat on.
"It's in the contract," says the landlord. "You lot have to use your window sills. Every clown has a sill for ironing."
Don't bother , I've already got my coat on.
