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February 7, 2006

Jim: Supper Bowl XXX

“I’d like a bowl of chili, please,” I told the waitress.

“Sorry, Mac. That guy over there got the last bowl.”

I looked over at the man she referred to. He was paying his check, but the chili bowl was still full. “Are you going to eat that?” I asked.

“No,” the man replied. “Help yourself.”

I gratefully accepted the full bowl and started to eat. But about halfway down I scooped up a dead mouse.

Nauseated, I vomited the chili back into the bowl.

Looking over my shoulder, the man said, “That’s about as far as I got, too.”

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Comments

I am very, very sorry.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at February 7, 2006 8:42 PM · Permalink

I'll send you my cleaning bill.

(Wonderfully horrible!)

Best,
Mr. Parx

Posted by: Mr. Parx at February 8, 2006 5:51 AM · Permalink

Wendys?

Don't call a lawyer, you'll end up in jail for 9 years.

That poor lady! It would be just disgusting to find a finger (dead mouse) in your chili, even if you put it there.

Great story Jim! I hope mine makes sense today.

Posted by: k at February 8, 2006 7:12 AM · Permalink