11-02-2011, 07:46 PM
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Bovinus Administratus
Join Date: Feb 2009
Location: Greener pastures
Posts: 32,377
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(I’m reading when I hear my boyfriend scream.)
Me: “What happened?”
Boyfriend: “I hit my forehead!”
Me: “Aww, here’s a kiss. ”
(I kiss him on the forehead.)
Boyfriend: “You know, I also hit my crotch…”
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...that's how it works with my wife and I, too.
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(Restaurant | Edmonton, AB, Canada)
(This happens to me while I am working as a cashier at a popular fast food place. A big, stereotypical jock teen in a football sweater comes up to my till.)
Me: “Hi, what can I get you today?”
Customer: “I’d like two apple pies, please.”
Me: “Sure, hang on a second.”
(I ring up the order and gives him the pies.)
Customer: “There’s something wrong…”
Me: “What?”
Customer: “I s*** my pants.”
Me: *shocked* “Wait, what?”
Customer: “I S*** MY PANTS!” *continues screaming and walks out of the store*
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