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A man went to lunch at a diner. He sat down in the booth and ordered. “I'd like a club sandwich with one piece of undercooked bacon, topped by a slice of unripe pink tomato and wilted lettuce, brown around the edges. I'd like barely any mayo on the slightly burnt toast, a pickle that is very floppy, and half of my French fries burnt to a crisp while the other half is almost frozen.”
The waitress told the man, “That might be tricky.”
To which he replied, “Why? That's exactly the way you made it for me yesterday.”
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Saturday, March 14, 2015
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