During its refit at Heathrow, two guys are painting Concorde. It's Friday afternoon and they really fancied a drink to see them through to the end of the day.
"You know, this paint actually smells like beer," said one of them. Dipping his finger in the paint and tasting it, his colleague replied
"It tastes like beer too". So, the two of them try a few more sips, and by the end of the afternoon, they have drunk two cans between them.

The next morning, one of the guys gets up and steps out of bed. He immediately goes base over apex. He looks down at his feet to see that he no longer has feet, but instead he has a set of wheels. He trundles into the bathroom, looks in the mirror and discovers that he has a huge pointy nose.

Realisation dawns on him that his large nose and wheels must be a result of drinking the paint, and he hurries off to phone his colleague.
"You know that paint we drank..." he starts
"It's given you wheels and a pointy nose?" his colleague interrupts.
"Yes, has it done the same to you then?"
"Certainly has," came the reply, "but for Gods sake don't fart - I did and I'm in New York now"

 

Um,

How did know where to phone him if he was in New York ?

Still funny though

Andrew.

 

mobile phone?