Sometimes life pitches the ball at your peanut shaped head. Other times, it gently sets the baseball on the tee, and steps away, gesturing towards the fence. When that happens, you swing away.
At the local Gas N Sip on my way to work to pick up my morning cuppa, the female attendant turned towards the counter as she was unloading a new shipment of goods. She turned to the counter with an armload of Trojan condoms. I ask, "Got a big weekend planned?"
Thank you! Second show is better than the first, tip your bartender and waitresses.
Living vicariously, Mr.transmission?
ReplyDeleteShyeah, right. I couldn't get laid in a women's prison with a handful of pardons.
ReplyDelete(Rolls eyes) Oh, I'm sure she's never heard that one before.
ReplyDeleteI think I would have said the same thing, though. I mean, what other comeback works so perfectly??
I did follow with, "Sorry, Hon, shot's there, gotta take it." Somehow, I don't think it helped. hahahaha
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