Got a text form the Mrs (she works in a nursery) complaining that one of the kids who has had an operation on his hips so is in a wheel chair is being a wee **** and running over the other kids. I text back simply saying "tip him over" apparently this is sick. I don't understand women.
That reminds me of the story I heard about Professor Stephen Hawking going out on his first date. He came home, his nose was bleeding, his glasses were broken. He had cuts to his hand and knees as well, not to mention the scrapes all over the wheelchair. It turned out the bird stood him up
