I was driving my snazzy car and asked
the fake Gordon Ramsay if he could grab my sunglasses from my bag.
He shook his head. “I won’t find
them.”
I turned to him (at the red light
of course).
“That racehorse that went missing
a few years back? Pretty sure it’s in your bag along with my tennis racquet I
can’t find and the jar of peanut butter you said I didn’t buy, but I’m pretty
sure I did.”
I won’t bore you with what
followed, but for all the people who heard us, my apologies. For the record
there was no peanut butter in my bag, however, I did empty it out. I don’t
think it’s too bad do you?
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