Saturday, November 19, 2005

File under: "Pardon me?"

Me: Was there a problem with the foie gras?
She: No, I'm full, thank you. He doesn't like foie gras.
He: It's not that I don't like it, I just don't eat it. Every other day, I put two pieces in my front pockets and two pieces in my pits. Works like a charm on women.
Me: I'm sure it does, sir.
She: This is my brother. I am not married to this man.
He: But the Saran Wrap underwear doesn't hurt, either. The ladies do like those.
She: Shut up!
Me: I see.
He: Oh! Would you like to see?
She: I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry.

[I truly wish I could make this stuff up.]

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