Indian waiter, to a friend who was eating lunch with me:
"Sir, are you finished?"
"yeah, you can take that plate away."
"Are you sure you are really finished?"
I half-expected the waiter to switch on two powerful lamps and direct their beams into my friend's eyes.
"If you are really finished, like you say you are, then what are these 2 pieces of semi-chewed chicken bones doing by the side of the plate? ANSWER ME!"
7 comments:
Well CLEARLY, your friend doesn't know about the starving children in *insert starving country here*.
Tsk.
funny that. and the earlier post as well. meh, the clothes and shoes give it away, i know. and so does the fucked up accent. i'm a victim, sue me.
anyway, followed your link and got something extremely disturbing out of it. go read go go go go http://apoorvachandar.wordpress.com/tag/neologisms/
i mean, what the fucking fuck?
scout:
why bother?
this is someone who needs to link to wikipedia on "the great depression".
but isn't it so fucked up? i mean everything? even the post ur talking abt?
yes it is. but so is 99% of what's out there.
Er, what was the name of the restaurant again, the Spanish Inquisition? :-)
LOL@Ghost....something like that.
Scout, TR: the link didn't open up correctly...was that the post about identifying the "other ones"? :) Best to laugh it off than wrap one's head around it.
Ph: how about that, huh?
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