Friday, September 30, 2005

Tell me a Joke

Today, I was eating "Chinese food"(notice the quotation marks) at Panda Express and I was speaking with a friend who shall not me named. For anonymity purposes, we will call him by a generic name... what about Mike K.
Now that we have that settled, Mike K. and I were talking about how our fortune cookies didn't have fortunes and how fun of a job it would be to write fortune cookies. I wouldn't write fortunes, but I'd have fun.
Then he started telling me about how a friend of his (that I knew, but I haven't talked to him in a long time) had an idea for a fun one. “Help, I’m trapped at the Fortune Cookie Factory.” I gave a polite laugh, but because I came up with the same joke in an earlier version of the Sabrot, I didn’t find it funny anymore. Then I told him another one I had for the Sabrot, “You broke my house.” He laughed and tried to think of another one. He asked another friend at the next table if he remembered any more and it turns out that he had mistaken his older friend for me. He told me my own joke.

1 comment:

Joe said...

It's true. I was there. I love eating with you guys. It's always so much fun.