sorry sir, but we're fresh out of the lunch special


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actual dialouge between me and a salesman:

me: "hello, richard, how are you today?"

richard: (looking petulant) "ok."

me: "just okay?"

richard: "i'd be alot better if i could see your boobies!"

me: (unruffled) "don't you get to see lonnie's* boobies every night?

richard: "yes, i do. but i'm tired of them. it's like having to eat chicken for dinner every night when you want shrimp! ALL YOU CAN EAT SHRIMP!"

me: "maybe you should have thought about this before you moved onto the poultry farm. hmm?"

richard: (peevishly glares)

*his live in girlfriend of a month who he describes as "having a guy friend. but with boobs!"


2 Responses to “sorry sir, but we're fresh out of the lunch special”

  1. Anonymous Kat 

    HAH! Clever.

  2. Anonymous colanderman 

    Its one thing to pretend to be shallow and laugh hysterically at all the possible stupid ass things one could carelessly...this guy really is the guy I like making fun of. He never had a name before now he does.

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