I was walking through the Olympic village in Munich when I seen a man walking along with a long stick over his shoulder. I asked the man `are you a pole vaulter? ` and he replied `no I'm German and how did you no my name is Volter?

Three men were in a bar getting drunk, an Italian, a German and an Irishman

Well the bartender told them that

if they bought 6 beers they'd get 2 beers free

The Italian jumps up and says thats ridiculous back home at Vinnie's bar

you buy 4 beers and he'll give you 2 free beers!

The German stand up and shouts "thats crazy, back home at Wilhelm's if you buy 2 beers you get 6 beers for free!"

Well the Irishman jumps up and says

"that aint nothin, back home at O'reilly's if you buy 1 beer you get to drink free for the rest of the night and after yo get wasted they take you out back and everybody has sex with you!"

The German says "really, thats happened to you?"

The Irishman says no it happened to me sister!

wow wow wow (the Irish seem special)

we are very "special".. in sooo many ways... a select breed we all are.

That's a good one!

Rena - this made me laugh. (Prob an oldie but...) Hope this is ok with the PC police ....

Subject: Devon & Cornwall Police Force

This is a genuine complaint to Devon & Cornwall Police Force from an angry member of the public. True email sent to the force, lengthy but brilliantly written.....


Dear Sir/madam/automated telephone answering service,

Having spent the past twenty minutes waiting for someone at Bodmin police station to pick up a telephone I have decided to abandon the idea and try e-mailing you instead.

Perhaps you would be so kind as to pass this message on to your colleagues in Bodmin, by means of smoke signal, carrier pigeon or Ouija board.

As I'm writing this e-mail there are eleven failed medical experiments (I think you call them youths) in St Marys Crescent, which is just off St Marys Road in Bodmin.

Six of them seem happy enough to play a game which involves kicking a football against an iron gate with the force of a meteorite.

This causes an earth shattering CLANG! which rings throughout the entire building.

This game is now in its third week and as I am unsure how the scoring system works, I have no idea if it will end any time soon.

The remaining five walking abortions are happily rummaging through several bags of rubbish and items of furniture that someone has so thoughtfully dumped beside the wheelie bins.

One of them has found a saw and is setting about a discarded chair like a beaver on speed.

I fear that it's only a matter of time before they turn their limited attention to the bottle of Calor gas that is lying on its side between the two bins. If they could be relied on to only blow their own arms and legs off then I would happily leave them to it. I would even go so far as to lend them the matches. Unfortunately they are far more likely to blow up half the street with them and I've just finished decorating the kitchen.

What I suggest is this - after replying to this e-mail with worthless assurances that the matter is being looked into and will be dealt with, why not leave it until the one night of the year (probably bath night) when there are no mutants around then drive up the street in a panda car before doing a three point turn and disappearing again.

This will of course serve no other purpose than to remind us what policemen actually look like.

I trust that when I take a claw hammer to the skull of one of these throwbacks you'll do me the same courtesy of giving me a four month head start before coming to arrest me.

I remain sir, your obedient servant

**** ******
---------------------------------------------------------------------

Mr **** ******,


I have read your e-mail and understand you frustration at the problems caused by youth playing in the area and the problems you have encountered in trying to contact the police.

As the Community Beat Officer for your street I would like to extend an offer of discussing the matter fully with you.

Should you wish to discuss the matter, please provide contact details (address / telephone number) and when may be suitable.


Regards


PC #####

Community Beat Officer

---------------------------------------------------------------------

Dear PC #####,


First of all I would like to thank you for the speedy response to my original e-mail. 16 hours and 38 minutes must be a personal record for Bodmin Police station, and rest assured that I will forward these details to Norris McWhirter for inclusion in his next book.

Secondly I was delighted to hear that our street has its own community beat officer. May I be the first to congratulate you on your covert skills?

In the five or so years I have lived in St Mary’s Crescent, I have never seen you. Do you hide up a tree or have you gone deep undercover and infiltrate the gang itself? Are you the one with the acne and the moustache on his forehead or the one with a chin like a wash hand basin?

It's surely only a matter of time before you are headhunted by MI5.

Whilst I realise that there may be far more serious crimes taking place in Bodmin, such as smoking in a public place or being Muslim without due care and attention, is it too much to ask for a policeman to explain (using words of no more than two syllables at a time) to these twats that they might want to play their strange football game elsewhere. The pitch on Fairpark Road, or the one at Priory Park are both within spitting distance as is the bottom of the Par Dock.

Should you wish to discuss these matters further you should feel free to contact me on xxxxx. If after 25 minutes I have still failed to answer, I'll buy you a large one in the Cat and Fiddle Pub.


Regards

**** ******

P.S If you think that this is sarcasm, think yourself lucky that you don't work for the cleansing department, with whom I am also in contact!!

"It's all about perspective. The sinking of the Titantic was a miracle to the lobsters in the ship's kitchen."

The "true email" reminds me of Carl's "Veet for men" customer reviews http://www.glocals.com/#/forums/general/Veet-for-men--Hair-removal-174871.htm%23msg_174934 

Thank: You guys made my day so far!!

A Swiss guy, looking for directions in Geneva, pulls up at a bus stop where two Americans are waiting. "Excusez-moi, parlez vous Francais?" he tries. The two Americans just stare at him. "Entschuldigung, koennen Sie Deutsch sprechen?" he asks.
The two continue to stare.
"Parlare Italiano?" No response. "Hablan ustedes Espanol?"
Still nothing. The Swiss guy drives on.
The first American turns to the second and says, "Y'know, maybe we should learn a foreign language."
"Why?" says the other. "That guy knew four languages, and it didn't do him any good."

Anything can happen in a photo shoot  (you might need to copy and paste)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eryxAcsTcOA&sns=em

another oldie, but still makes me laugh :)

http://keboch.wordpress.com/2008/11/09/please-accept-this-spider-as-payment/

The sharing of marriage:

The old man placed an order for one hamburger, French fries and a drink.

He unwrapped the plain hamburger and
carefully cut it in half, placing one half in front of his wife.

He then carefully counted out the French fries, dividing them into two piles and neatly placed one pile in front of his wife.

He took a sip of the drink, his wife took a sip and then set the cup down between them
.... As he began to eat his few bites of hamburger, the people around them were looking over and whispering.

Obviously they were thinking, 'That poor old couple - all they can afford is one meal for the two of them.'

As the man began to eat his fries a young man came to the table and politely offered to buy another meal for the old couple. The old man said, they were just fine - they were used to sharing everything

People closer to the table noticed the little old lady hadn't eaten a bite. She sat there watching her husband eat and occasionally taking turns sipping the drink.

Again, the young man came over and begged them to let him buy another meal for them.
This time the old woman said 'No, thank you, we are used to sharing everything..'

Finally, as the old man finished and was wiping his face neatly with the napkin, the young man again came over to the little old lady who had yet to eat a single bite of food and asked 'What is it you are waiting for?'

She answered



(Continue below - This is great)







'THE TEETH.'..............!!!

(Foreword: the following story is not to blame people from Ireland and/or Australia)

Strange people are here:

There was a young Scottish boy called Angus who decided to try life in Australia. He found an apartment in a small block and settled in.

After a week or two, his mother called from Aberdeen to see how her son was doing in his new life.

'I'm fine, ' Angus said. 'But there are some really strange people living in these apartments. One woman cried all day long, another lies on her floor moaning, and there is a guy next door to me who bangs his head on the wall all the time.'

'Well, ma laddie,' says his mother, 'I suggest you don't associate with people like that.'

'Oh,' says Angus, 'I don't, Mam, I don't. No, I just stay inside my apartment all day and night, playing my bagpipes.'

Ireland?????

Have a look at this: 

10 Charts about Sex

It's data collected from dating site OK Cupid. Some of the findings:

- Women prefer rough sex more than men until they're 27, after that men prefer it more.

- Vegetarian like (giving) oral sex more than non-vegetarians

- Curvy women have a greater sex drive than skinny ones, and are more self-confident after the age of 37

- Students at more expensive colleges expect more regular sex.

The picture below shows the different words that men and women use in their dating profile, based on whether they prefer rough or gentle sex.

Good afternoon all Glocalers, 

Here is some lifeguard with a sense of humour

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NW5agkwJ53w&feature=youtu.be

@Charlie:  just wanted to be certain you'd react to this joke but sure enough bagpipes in Scotland are excellent companions to a Scott In Ireland sipping a Guinness draught¨!  Thanks for the sharp-eye

Paddy had long heard the stories of an amazing family tradition.

It seems that his father, grandfather and great-grandfather had all been able to                walk on water on their 18th birthday.

On that special day, they'd each walked across the lake to the pub on the
far side for their first legal drink.

So when Paddy's, 18th birthday came 'round, he and his pal Mick,
took a boat out to the middle of the lake, Paddy,
stepped out of the boat and nearly drowned!
Mick just barely managed to pull him to safety.

Furious and confused, Paddy, went to see his grandmother.

'Grandma,' he asked, "Tis me 18th birthday, so why can't I walk 'cross the lake
like me father, his father, and his father before him?"

Granny looked deeply into Paddy's troubled brown eyes and said,





"Because ye father, ye grandfather and ye great-grandfather were all born in December,
when the lake is frozen, and ye were born in August, ya fookin *****!"

We have bag pipes in Ireland too they're called Uilleann pipes.... the main difference between the Irish pipes and the Scots one is the Scots blow air into the bag through a mouth piece and the Irish have a vacuum air pump attached under the arm... of course the other difference being the irish one sounds better :-)

As to the History of pipes that are driven by wind from a bag in fact evidence would suggest they were invented by the Romans or before and are a widely used instument in Europe and beyond in differing forms over several centuries.

the Uillean pipes sound better because of the pub atmosphere. Likewise air is mixed with smoke, food scents and body odors and then sucked into the vacuum air pump which boosts the sound :-)

As opposed to some old whisky breathed Scot puffing into an old sock bag.....

Danny decided to go skiing with his buddy, Jim. So they loaded up Danny's car and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard. So they pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night.

"I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed," she explained. "and I'm afraid the neighbours will talk if I let you stay in my house."
"Don't worry," Danny said. "We'll be happy to sleep in the barn. And if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at first light."
The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night.

Next morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way. They enjoyed a great weekend of skiing.

But, about nine months later, Danny got an unexpected letter from an attorney. It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of the attractive widow they had met on that ski weekend.

So, he dropped in on his friend and asked, 'Jim, do you remember that good-looking widow, from the farm we stayed at on our ski holiday up north about 9 months ago?"
"Sure do." said Jim.
"Did you, er, happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?"
"Well, um, yes!" Jim said, a little embarrassed about being found out, "I have to admit that I did."
"And did you happen to give her my name instead of telling her your name?"
Jim's face turned beetroot red and he said, "Yeah, look, I'm sorry, buddy. I'm afraid I did. Why do you ask?"

(WAIT)

(WAIT)





"Well, she just died and left me everything."


And you thought the ending would be different, didn't you?

Thanks for all the fun guys - you made my day

What a fabulous day of jokes!  Every single one of them had me laughing out loud - but where were the glocal girls with their contribution?

Come on ladies - make a bit of an effort - and thanks again to the (Irish) guys for some pure guinness (sorry, should that be spelt pure genius?)

Thanks again and over and out till another day - sleep well :-) xox

British men are not too bad either:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2013/feb/20/prince-philip-nhs-nurse-filipino

Hey, I'm hosting a charity disco and raffle this weekend on the 23rd Feb to raise money for people who struggle to reach orgasm.

If you can't come let me know

Will it be in Heaven? (Bar in Geneva)

Ever since I was a child I've always had a fear of someone under my bed at night.

So I went to a shrink and told him; "I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy."

Psychiatrist : "Just put yourself in my hands for one year, come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears."

"How much do you charge?", I asked.

"Eighty pounds per visit," he replied.

"I'll sleep on it," I said.

Six months later the shrink met me on the street. "Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having?" he asked.

"Well, eighty quid a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for £10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new pickup!"

"Is that so!" with a bit of an attitude, he said, "and how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?"

"He told me to cut the legs off the bed! Ain't nobody under there now!"


SO FORGET THE SHRINKS.. HAVE A DRINK AND TALK TO A BARTENDER!

I hope it's better than last year's "Premature Ejaculation Dinner Dance".  When I got there all of the food was already finished.

I guess everone else came early.

"A recent survey shows that 6 out of 7 dwarfs is not happy". - Jimmy Carr

"I wish that for once someone would call me 'Sir' without adding 'you're making a scene'." - Homer Simpson

"Rice is great if you're really hungry and you want 2000 of something." - Mitch Hedberg

"Is my wife disappointed with our sex life? A tiny part of me says yes." - Stuart Francis

"I only know 25 letters of the alphabet. I don't know why". - Chris Turner

"I farted in an elevator yesterday ... it was wrong on so many levels" - ?

"They all laughed when I said I wanted to be a comedian. Well, they're not laughing now." - Bob Monkhouse

"I'm not saying my wife is a bad cook, but she uses the smoke alarm as a timer" - Bob Monkhouse

@G____ 

Do you guys & gals remember the post about some guy wanting to pay with a drawing of a spider?(hint: that was yesterday 14:56h) If you do, you might know that his name is David Thorne. And now he has a new one. His landlord was getting complaints about him having dogs. A simple letter back was not an option.  

From: David Thorne
Date: Thursday 21 May 2009 10.16am
To: Helen Bailey
Subject: Pets in the building

Dear Helen,

Thankyou for your letter concerning pets in my apartment. I understand that having dogs in the apartment is a violation of the agreement due to the comfort and wellbeing of my neighbours and I am currently soundproofing my apartment with egg cartons as I realise my dogs can cause quite a bit of noise. Especially during feeding time when I release live rabbits.

Regards, David.

From: Helen Bailey
Date: Thursday 21 May 2009 11.18am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Pets in the building

Hello David

I have received your email and wish to remind you that the strata agreement states that no animals are allowed in the building regardless of if your apartment is soundproof. How many dogs do you have at the premises?

Helen

From: David Thorne
Date: Thursday 21 May 2009 1.52pm
To: Helen Bailey
Subject: Re: Re: Pets in the building

Dear Helen,

Currently I only have eight dogs but one is expecting puppies and I am very excited by this. I am hoping for a litter of at least ten as this is the number required to participate in dog sled racing. I have read every Jack London novel in preparation and have constructed my own sled from timber I borrowed from the construction site across the road during the night. I have devised a plan which I feel will ensure me taking first place in the next national dog sled championships. For the first year of the puppies life I intend to say the word mush then chase them violently around the apartment while yelling and hitting saucepan lids together. I have estimated that the soundproofing of my apartment should block out at least sixty percent of the noise and the dogs will learn to associate the word mush with great fear so when I yell it on race day, the panic and released adrenaline will spur them on to being winners. I am so confident of this being a foolproof plan that I intend to sell all my furniture the day before the race and bet the proceeds on coming first place.

Regards, David.

From: Helen Bailey
Date: Friday 22 May 2009 9.43am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Pets in the building

David, I am unsure what to make of your email. Do you have pets in the apartment or not?

Helen

From: David Thorne
Date: Friday 22 May 2009 11.27am
To: Helen Bailey
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Pets in the building

Dear Helen,

No. I have a goldfish but due to the air conditioner in my apartment being stuck on a constant two degrees celcius, the water in its bowl is iced over and he has not moved for a while so I do not think he is capable of disturbing the neighbours. The ducks in the bathroom are not mine. The noise which my neighbours possibly mistook for a dog in the apartment is just the looping tape I have of dogs barking which I play at high volume while I am at work to deter potential burglars from breaking in and stealing my tupperware. I need it to keep food fresh. Once I ate leftover chinese that had been kept in an unsealed container and I experienced complete awareness. The next night I tried eating it again but only experienced chest pains and diarrhoea.

Regards, David.

From: Helen Bailey
Date: Friday 22 May 2009 1.46pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Pets in the building

Hello David

You cannot play sounds of dogs or any noise at a volume that disturbs others. I am sure you can appreciate that these rules are for the benefit of all residents of the building. Fish are fine. You cannot have ducks in the apartment though. If it was small birds that would be ok.

Helen

From: David Thorne
Date: Friday 22 May 2009 2.18pm
To: Helen Bailey
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Pets in the building

Dear Helen,

They are very small ducks.

Regards, David.

From: Helen Bailey
Date: Friday 22 May 2009 4.06pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Pets in the building

David, under section 4 of the strata residency agreement it states that you cannot have pets. You agreed to these rules when you signed the forms. These rules are set out to benefit everyone in the building including yourself. Do you have a telephone number I can call you on to discuss?

Helen

From: David Thorne
Date: Friday 22 May 2009 5.02pm
To: Helen Bailey
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Pets in the building

Dear Helen,

The ducks will no doubt be flying south for the winter soon so it will not be an issue. It is probably for the best as they are not getting along very well with my seventeen cats anyway. .

Regards, David.

From: Helen Bailey
Date: Monday 25 May 2009 9.22am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Pets in the building

David, I am just going to write on the forms that we have investigated and you do not have any pets.

Helen

Wish you all LOL

Meanwhile at the Viagra sponsored party, the theme is  "Party Hard"......

Yea, quite dull: People sing hosanna all day...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgJYNlDhY-4

I went to a nudist colony for my summer holidays this year. the first few days were the hardest

Continuing the Irish theme

Five Englishmen boarded a train just behind five Scots, who, as a group had only purchased one ticket. Just before the conductor came through, all the Scots piled into the toilet stall at the back of the car. As the conductor passed the stall, he knocked and called"Tickets, please!" and one of the Scots slid a ticket under the door. It was punched, pushed back under the door, and when it was safe all the Scots came out and took their seats. The Englishmen were tremendously impressed by the Scots' ingenuity. On the trip back, the five Englishmen decided to try this themselves and purchased only one ticket. They noticed that, oddly, the Scots had not purchased any tickets this time. Anyway, again, just before the conductor came through, the Scots piled into one of the toilet stalls, the Englishmen into the other. Then one of the Scots leaned out, knocked on the Englishmen's stall and called "Ticket, Please!" When the ticket slid out under the door, he picked it up and quickly closed the door

No Comment.....

No idea what that's about.

Yeah me neither !!

me three. 

Queez or guessing game? That makes four.

Soooo i shouldnt really recognise this couch ?? 

I think its probably the most famous couch in the world...... 

The caption should read..

"Carlsberg don't do couches, but if they did....."

(sorry I've been slow today)

This couch must be the one for after-beer session or,

This is the couch one can share with the psychiatrist attempting to read an Irish mind or,

You just watch at THE most valuable couch where Charlie gets good vibes and comes with all the good wits in good company

Charlie: why don't you post the picture of the photographer accross the couch just to make sure it is not rated "18yrs or holder" only

Karl: Charlie and I knowing about that couch is not a souce of pride.  Trust me.

You're not missing anything.

The photographer of the couch shall forever remain faceless... as you well know my old pedigree chum!

There another one for FREE here :) couch that is :)

http://www.glocals.com/forums/exchange-things/FREE-couch---desk-178618.htm#msg_178684

Since its nearly March... here is a seasonal joke for you...

Hope this doesn't offend.....

> > I was at my bank today; there was a short line. There was just one
> > lady in front of me, an Asian lady who was trying to exchange yen for
> > dollars. It was obvious she was a little irritated . . .
> > She asked the teller, "Why it change? Yesterday, I get two hunat dolla
> > fo yen. Today I only get hunat eighty? Why it change?"
> > The teller shrugged his shoulders and said, "Fluctuations." The Asian
> > lady says, "Fluc you white people too"

love it!!!

´

a propos hare...

Fun will be had tomorrow evening when France travel to England and suprise the Rugby world by winning......

Allez les Bleus!

Making a baby. This is hilarious! 
There is not one dirty word in it, and it is funny. 

The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, 'Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.' 

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...' 

'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.' 

'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?' 

'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat'. 

After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?' 

'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.' 

'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!' 

'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.' 

'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith. 

'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.' 

'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly. 

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said 

'Oh, my word!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat 

'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.' 

'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith. 

'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look' 

'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement. 

'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.' 

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?' 

'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.' 

'Tripod?' 

'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long.' 
Mrs. Smith fainted

Being a rugby man I would love to see this happen Charlie !!

Just one more...

The GAY COWBOY...

A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife.
She was a very good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand...

Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk.

She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than the drunk.

He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching..

For weeks, the two of them worked and the ranch was doing very well.

Then one day, the rancher's widow said to the hired hand, "You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your heels." The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night.

One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return.

Two o'clock and no hired hand.

Finally he returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him.

She quietly called him over to her..

"Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said.

Trembling, he did as she directed. "Now take off my boots."

He did as she asked, ever so slowly.. "Now take off my socks."

He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots.

"Now take off my skirt."

He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light.

"Now take off my bra.." Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor.

Then she looked at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."


.......................(P.S. - I didn't see it coming, either)...!!!