The Other Guy
Spam King
My parents were out at a fancy restauraunt years ago with some friends, and they got a waiter who was quite possibly a bigger klutz than Gerald Ford. She spilled plates, upended glasses, even poured coffee onto the lap of one unlucky member of the party (let's call him Bob).
The waitress came back to ask if anyone wanted dessert. Bob said, "Sure, do you have anything that goes with this shirt?"
The waitress came back to ask if anyone wanted dessert. Bob said, "Sure, do you have anything that goes with this shirt?"
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