Me: Hey guard.
Guard:
Me: So this is where the President lives?? Where's the doorbell, I want to talk to him?
Guard:
Me: Hey guard
Guard:
Me: So a pirate walks into a bar, and he has a steering wheel attached to his crotch. He walks up to the bartender and asks for a drink...
Guard:
Me: ...the bartender hands him a drink and says "do you mind if I ask what's the deal with the steering wheel attached to your crotch?"
Guard:
Me: ...and the pirate goes, "yaaar, it drives me nuts."
Guard:
wow, these guys are good
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