A story from work the other night:
Sometimes I work nights as a poker dealer. My boss’s name is Mike.
Me: Hey, Mike! C’mere for a second.
Boss: Yeah?
Me: Who’s the new girl?
Boss: Which one?
Me: The hot one setting up that blackjack table.
Boss: Which one?
Me: The one in the corner.
Boss: That’s my daughter…
Me: (silent)
Boss: …and she’s sixteen.
Me: (gulp)
Monday, January 22, 2007
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