There’s always a catch. And you’re it.
Still in committee.
Brooklyn. Currently living in Oregon.
A businessman from Texas is in New York and makes a long distance call. Being as he likes to keep track of his expenses, he asks the hotel operator to tell him the exact charges when he is finished. When the operator does so he exclaims, “That’s outrageous! Do you realize that back in Dallas I could call hell for less than that?” The operator says, “Well sir, in Dallas, hell is a local call.”
A guy from Texas is sitting next to a guy from New York on a plane. The Texan is bragging about his ranch. “You can drive all day from one end of my spread, and still not reach the other end. Can you comprehend that?” The New Yorker answers, “Yeah, I once had a car like that too.”
Considering the current occupant of the White House, I propose an un-Presidented sale.
Or to un-die for.
This stakeout feels like it started ages ago.
Is this what led to the invention of coffee and donuts?:
I have a blind friend with a very interesting sense of humor. She has a t-shirt with braille lettering across the chest. She told me the lettering spells out “Get your cotton picking hands off my t*ts.”