Saturday, September 25, 2004

It's Saturday Morning and the Lawnmowers are Deafening

Things you'd rather not hear:

You got the prettiest face of any guy in this prison.

Now that my wife's left me, all I have to think about is your audit.

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought the woman you were here with last night was your wife.

Just before you go under, are your next of kin likely to be home this afternoon?

Who told you it was a costume party?

j.

No comments: