A man went for a meal at a chicken restaurant. He asked the manager, ” How do you prepare the chickens?”
The manager said: “We just tell them straight out that they’re gonna die.”
”What flavors of ice cream do you have?” inquired the customer. “Vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate, ” answered the new waitress in a hoarse whisper. Trying to be sympathetic, the customer asked, “Do you have laryngitis?” “No. . . . ” replied the new waitress with some effort, “just. . . erm. . . . vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate. “
night night ... a's gannin to beed noo
Last edited by
Wizzard on Fri Aug 15, 2008 10:13 pm, edited 1 time in total.
When I was young I was called a rugged individualist
When I was in my fifties I was considered eccentric
Here I am doing and saying the same things I did back then and now I'm labelled senile
