Friday, February 19, 2016
Horse-Hoarse
-Inspector on rampage! She saw a horse rat.
-Hey, a government food operation. Why set
the bar high?
-My thoughts exactly!
-Besides, maybe she meant a rat with a gravelly
singing voice.
-Not as bad.
-Well, let’s hire a solid restaurant guy. I’ll write
the ad and you and I interview. Send the
congressional committee the top three.
-At that point, a congressman eases a retarded
nephew in!
-Thus was it ever? Were we the retarded nephews once?
-Bicklesnickles! Wozwerzers! Yopnoppers!
-That’s an answer. Or answers.
Labels: Congress, political job, rat, restaurant, retarded, vermin
