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A Chance Meeting[Liquor store vendor on a quiet night sees a man walk into the store, taking note of a bandage on his right hand] Vendor: " Evening sir." [politely] Patron: [politely nods] [The man spends the next few moments wandering up and down the aisles, looking indecisive] Vendor: "Can I help you find something?" Patron: [With a slight sneer] "Is this the liquor store?" Vendor: [hesitantly] "Well...yes, I was just.." Patron: [interrupting in a stern voice] "Then leave me to my business!" [shakes his head and mumbles incoherently] [The man then hastens his pace and appears more and more frustrated with his search] Vendor: [hesitantly] "Sir, what would you like to drink?" Patron: [glaring right through the vendor's eyes] "Well, I would like to drink the blood of you and your family, if not only for your constant barrage of questions and demands, but since that action would be deemed immoral, unconstitutional and vile I shall stick to which ever taste of liquor I deem appropriate after enough thought has been put into the decision." Vendor: [apologetically] "Well, i'm sorry, just let me know if you need a hand." Patron: [snickering] "A hand.....A HAND!!!!!" [laughs maniacally staring at his bandage] Vendor: [obviously frightened] "What.... WHAT!!! ......WHAAAAAAT!!!! Patron: "Just kidding, I'll take this Jack Daniels."
Bryx Archive*One Night at the Ol' Drinkin' Hole* |
