Overheard in the cafeteria of the headquarters of a national intelligence agency:
20-something lady talking to her girl-buddy over coffee: “My man is ground beef, and you know I need some sausage.”
Well, that’s disappointing, but at least he’s not scrapple.
March 3rd, 2010 · No Comments · Uncategorized
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