I took my wife to a restaurant.
The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.
- "I'll have the rump steak, rare, please."
He said,
- "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"
- "Nah, she can order for herself."
And that's when the fight started.....
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
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