I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason,
took my order first. "I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please."
He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"
"Nah, she can order for herself."
And then the fight started...
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Thursday, January 21, 2010
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