"Who was that?" asked my wife.
"Just some drunk asking for a push." I grumbled.
"Did you help him?" she asked.
"No, I did NOT! It's 3am and it's pouring rain!"
"Well, you've a short memory." she said. "Don't you remember three months ago when we broke down and those two guys helped us? You should be ashamed of yourself! Now get out there and help him!"
She had a point, and angrily, I got dressed and went out into the darkness, calling out, "Hello, are you still there?"
"Yes."
"Do you still need a push?"
"Yes please."
"Where are you?"
"Over here...on the swing."
As if i care who that Guy F××××s.
I said, “Don’t worry. We are all in the same boat.”
They describe him as a shady character
- Mm?
- No, not that many
And I did, because I'm a removal man.
He lacked magnetism...
Medical experts have named it "carpool tonal syndrome".
I guess you could say I got a brand new pair of shoos.
The bartender responds, "Well, ain't you heard cowboy, we gonna string up Brown Paper Rattler mighty high, even the angels are gonna hear his neck break!"
Hopalong asks, "Why they call him Brown Paper Rattler?"
The bartender chuckles, "Why, old Rattler wears a brown paper Stetson, a brown paper waistcoat and even right down to brown paper socks."
Puzzled, Hopalong then asks, "So why you hanging him?"
...and the bartender replies, "For rustling."
My Dad replies with "Is for horses, sheep & cows.".
It was given an 8 and 1/2 by Eleven
You're only looking to get your ass kicked.
I swear I met herbivore.
I went to a store to return a few items. I got in line for one of the registers. As it became open, another man who had been waiting at a different register, looked over. I pointed to the line I was in and said, "Go ahead."
Him: "No, that's OK."
Me: "Are you sure?"
Him: "No, I'm someone else but you can go right ahead."
It got quite the response from everyone who heard.
They're so much more interesting than normalers.
He slams the door and returns to bed.
"Who was that?" asked his wife.
"Just some drunk guy asking for a push." he answers.
"Did you help him?" she asks.
"No, I did not! It's three in the morning and it's pouring out!"
"Well, you have a short memory." says his wife. "Can't you remember about three months ago when we broke down and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him and you should be ashamed of yourself!"
The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain.
He calls out into the dark, "Hello, are you still there?"
"Yes." comes back the answer.
"Do you still need a push?" calls out the husband.
"Yes, please!" comes the reply from the dark.
"Where are you?" asks the husband.
"Over here, on the swing."
