Hunting was a big disappointment this past weekend. After exiting the main road my navigation device said, "Bear left", so I just went home.
The barbershop was crowded, so the woman at the cash register offered to put my name on the waiting list.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Stephen, with a P-H,” I said.
Minutes later, a chair opened up, and his name was called….."Pheven"?
I’m so tired of Millennials and their attitudes….
Always walking around like they rent the place.
When the wise company president learned that his employees were tanking up on no-trace vodka martinis during their lunch hours, he issued the following memo:
To all employees: If you must drink during you lunch hours, please drink whiskey. It is better for our customers to know you're drunk than to think you're stupid.