A road walks into a bar. They're a few other roads there... a couple of massive freeways hanging out near the bar, a one-way street over at the jukebox, a couple of nice clean suburban lanes sharing laughs over a pitcher. In the corner is a really, skinny, wiry guy. He's talking to himself and twitching violently.
The road walks up to the bartender, orders a drink and asks, "Hey, what's the twitchy guy's problem?"
The bartender says, "Stay away from that guy. He's a cycle path."
Terrible Joke!... I dont get it actually but COOL!
Cycle Path = Psychopath. Huh. I get it. Wow.
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