Thanksgiving was over five days ago. I’ve got my scissors out and if the guy to my right asks one more customer how his turkey was, I swear to god I’m going to reach over there and cut the fucking phone cord in half. It’s just turkey and trust me – they’re just as sick and tired of the question as I am. You get an F for creative thinking.
Enjoy the Day
-Dopey
I agree. All the fellas here keep talking about how the wives baked a great bird, and I don’t like to be reminded that the wife just called out for one to be prepared and delivered to hte house. Whatever happened to baking yourself? My mom used to make a great bird, with all the giblets and trimmings. The wifey just uses the charge card. Give me an old fashioned girl who can prepare a meal in the kitchen any day of the week, and then take you into the bedroom for the boning of your life! Bring back broads like this, will ya?
I just heard this one in the Head, and figured the sell-side fellas could use it.
Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft. Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can’t have your kayak and heat it too.
Sometimes I worry about you Al.
Al, have you ever had an angry day in your life? Are you Ned Flanders incognito?
Ok, I’ll try it too…here’s one for the fella’s– Some people ask the secret of Anthony’s long marriage.
They take time to go to a restaurant two times a week: a little candlelight dinner, soft music, and a slow walk home.
The Mrs. goes Tuesdays; He goes Fridays.
No, that wasn’t very fulfilling after all. I’ll leave the PG-joke bizarreness to Al.