Monday, April 13, 2009

Arrrrg, matey

After celebrating her birthday (for the second time) and coming home too late from Buzzard (for the who-knows-how-many-th time), Liz asked our cab driver where he was from.

"Somalia." He says, as he turns to me sitting in his passenger seat.

"Oh! are you a PIRATE?!?!" I ask.

"No, I am a cab driver."

The end.

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