>While shopping at Linens ‘n’ Things today, I heard the following from a large man in dirty jeans and greasy hair:
“Look at that! They got one of those robot vacuum things!”
Grumbles of acknowledgement from his acquaintances.
He shuffles closer to the display of boxes. “Where does all the dirt go?”
His wife turns around, “That thing would not work at our house.”
I walk by thinking, “Yeah, because your floor is made of dirt.”
PMS really makes me evil sometimes. Better evil than depressed, I guess.
>Ha Ha Ha. Gotta love them hillbillies. Just don’t try to take one home and raise him as a pet. He’ll be sad and miss his corn whiskey and banjo.
>don’t worry, i would have thought the same thing.