He finally found the scoop he was looking for.
His baby was 6 pounds sterling.
Not a bad price if you ask me!
They said I exceeded my maximum number of Loggins attempts.
A vendor walks in the store and says.. "I have some German silver if you would like to add to your inventory". My boss replies "what is German silver and how is it different?" I replied from my office with an accent "I think German silver is NEIN 2 5". Nobody understood.
Mr. Sterling Frogsen was desperate. After a few months of success, his bakery was beginning to flounder and running in the red. He was a proud man who was proud of starting his small business without asking for any help. But now times were tough and he had to face the fact that without a loan his bakery was doomed.
So he went to local bank but was disheartened to see that the loan officer was the notorious Patricia Wacomb, the hard-nosed banker who only agreed to sure bets and rarely took risks.
"Please, ma'am, I am in sore need of this loan! My bakery is only going through a temporary setback!" Normally such pleas fell on deaf ears, but today Patricia was feeling generous. Something about Mr. Frogsen moved her and she believed his plight.
"Mr. Frogsen, I would approve this loan, but this bank cannot afford to take any risks."
"Is there anything you can do, Ms. Wacomb? I am desperate!"
"Well, do you have any collateral?"
"Only this family heirloom," Sterling responded while handing Patricia his prized family treasure. Patricia was at a loss, however, for she had never seen anything like that before.
"Let me ask my manager," she responded as she showed her director the prized heirloom. His eyes opened wide in amazement as he told her,
"It's a knick-knack, Patty Wack, now give the Frog a loan!"
We were watching the England Italy game and Raheem Stirling made a good run to the box, the commentator then says "great effort by Stirling there" to which my dad responded "shouldn't that be a Sterling effort?"
I was at the local Renaissance Faire with some friends today and we went to see the blacksmith. They had some cool mugs and shot glasses without price tags, so my friend asked how much everything was.
Blacksmith: These mugs cost this much [yada yada yada] and these shot glasses are $18.
Me: Shouldn't they be $21?
The blacksmith groaned. I made a blacksmith groan.
He finally found the scoop he was looking for.
