An arctic truck is delivering water melons to Liverpool.
It stops to help two hells angels whose Harley has broken down.
Seeing as it’s raining, the truck driver offers to place the two and their bike in the back and drive them to Liverpool.
Some miles down the road, the truck is stopped by a police car.
“What have you in the back, Sir?”
“Scouse eggs!”
“Scouse eggs?, let me check”
The truck driver walks around to the back and opens the truck door.
The policeman recoils in fear and pulls out his radio......
“Sarge, Sarge!! I’ve just stopped a truck load of scouse eggs. Two of them have hatched and they’ve already nicked a Harley!”
It stops to help two hells angels whose Harley has broken down.
Seeing as it’s raining, the truck driver offers to place the two and their bike in the back and drive them to Liverpool.
Some miles down the road, the truck is stopped by a police car.
“What have you in the back, Sir?”
“Scouse eggs!”
“Scouse eggs?, let me check”
The truck driver walks around to the back and opens the truck door.
The policeman recoils in fear and pulls out his radio......
“Sarge, Sarge!! I’ve just stopped a truck load of scouse eggs. Two of them have hatched and they’ve already nicked a Harley!”