Today, I ask my coworker who offered to sell me Police tickets, “Did you sell those tickets for tonight’s show?”
“No.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to go down to Wrigley.”
“You’re going to see the show?”
“No, I’m going down to see if I can sell the tickets there.”
“Be careful. I’m sure the Police will be there.”
ka-ZING! That is my kind of humor!
Bwahaahaaaha – so lame, yet excellent, too!
Good one. Made me laugh out loud.
Haha! Excellent!
I had the veal and I tipped my waitress, Henny
Doc, it hurts when I do this!
High-larious.