Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Fights

I took my wife to a restaurant. 
The waiter, for some reason, took my order first..'I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please.'
He said, 'Aren't you worried about the mad cow?'
'Nah, she can order for herself.'

And that's when the fight started...... 

From Blom.

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