Stolen Firewood always burns hotter. Along that same line, a stolen joke is always funnier. So, I stole most of this little story from Kayak Jack . (thanks, buddy)
My old friend Robert McKee had saved his spare change for a long time, and finally had enough to buy a good bottle of Scotch. He wanted something besides the Heritage brand from the Albertson's Grocery.
As he carefully cradled the Liter of Glen Fiddich and walked out to his truck, he stubbed his toe and fell. When he was able to stand, he felt that his hand and chest were wet. Without looking down he said, "God, i hope that's blood!"
piper
My old friend Robert McKee had saved his spare change for a long time, and finally had enough to buy a good bottle of Scotch. He wanted something besides the Heritage brand from the Albertson's Grocery.
As he carefully cradled the Liter of Glen Fiddich and walked out to his truck, he stubbed his toe and fell. When he was able to stand, he felt that his hand and chest were wet. Without looking down he said, "God, i hope that's blood!"
piper