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)
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3 comments:
hehehe...nice one!
Did your throat make an over exaggerated gulping noise?
-amber
And then the dad said, "My daughter is worth as many bullets as I can put in the air."
haha, one of those priceless moments.
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