I was at a bar-b-que, when a friend of mine mentioned that her friends were going out to California soon. I started talking to them and learned they would be taking a road trip from LA to San Francisco via PCH. Then, I told them about one of the best restaurants en route, The Reel Inn in Malibu. By the time I am finishing rounding out my praises for their handling of the swordfish fishing moratorium, this man interrupts me and says that he and his wife are vegans, so they don’t eat fish. So, I said, “Why, then, are you at a bar-b-que?”
One time I was flying to Beirut for business. The man next to me stood up and announced he was hijacking the plane. The flight attendant went up to him and told him that the plane was already on its way to Beirut. He sat down and then proceeded to order the chicken.
Motorcyclists are dangerous. Every time I try to change lanes without signaling, one is in my way.
I wanted to be a nihilist, but I couldn’t hack it; I think I was trying too hard.
So I was taking my betta, Genghis Khan, out for a walk on this brisk, winter morning when we came upon a gas station that had a sign posted on the door. It read, “Attention Customers: No pets allowed!”
We went in anyways. The clerk said, “Didn’t you read the sign?” I replied, “Yeah, but we’re not buying anything. He just needs to use the restroom.” The End
Genghis Khan, R.I.P. 2006-2008.