Pony Piano
A man walks into a crowded, smokey club. He sits at a empty table, next to many nicely dressed men and women. They are all facing a piano lit by a spotlight. Everyone begins to clap as a horse walks out on two legs. Wearing a tailored suit, it sat in front of the ivory keys. In a panic of anxiety it stumbled down the keys, striking random and disjointing notes. As everyone in attendance held there ears, the man stood up and yelled "That's one phoney pony."
Got my roommate good as we were both on our way home.
Me: I got on the bus 12 minutes ago. Now I'm in front of Walmart.
Him: Is that you at the corner?
Me: That's me in the spotlight
