Thursday, November 06, 2008

What exactly did I mean, anyway?

Me: Do you want to have lunch with me at Garden of Eaten (a salad bar restaurant).

Bill: Sure, but by "Garden of Eaten" you mean "Grand International Buffet," right. (Yeah, the buffet with all the deep fried stuff that I can't resist.)

Me: No, I mean let's have salad.

Bill: What? We haven't pigged out in a week.

Me: (incredulously) Uh, we haven't stopped pigging out in more than a week.

Bill: Then it's settled, I meet you at Grand International Buffet at 11.

It's hard to argue with that a man of no logic.

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