A Cautionary Tale

Once there was a bald publican, and he decided that, as he was beginning to replace previously lost body weight, it was about time he got back on his bike for some regular exercise. One fine morning, he set off to do his 6-mile stint. He had almost reached Poulner Baptist Chapel when there was a deafening explosion from somewhere down between his legs. This violent activity in the nether regions was not something to which he is normally accustomed in these latter days and the sudden eruption of sound rather unnerved him. After a few seconds, he had calmed somewhat and, as he had felt no pain, assumed that his front tyre had ruptured. Upon closer investigation, however, he discovered the cause of all this emotional trauma – the lid of his water bottle had blasted open. The moral of the story? Do not use sparkling water in your water-carrier. Tchoh! Amatuer.