I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane, with a rabid wolverine in my underwear, when suddenly

edited 2016-05-18 01:17:14 in General
...a guy behind me in the back seat popped right up and cupped his hands across my eyes!

I guessed "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie? Is it Bob or Joe or Walter? Could it be Bill or Jim or Ed or Bernie or Steve?"

I probably would have kept on guessing, but about that time we crashed into the truck!

And as I'm lying bleeding there on asphalt, finally I recognize the face of my Hibachi dealer, who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me--EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG


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