Overheard. . .
. . .in public places open to anybody
She: My friend bought some angel wings
at Chicken Pluckers
He: There’s a store called Chicken Pluckers?
She: My mistake. It’s Mother Pluckers.
Grizzled twenty-something-year-old male at
coffee shop: Not hungover. I had too
much medicine last night.
Buyer: Give me a bottle of wine to take to
dinner.
Wine Store Clerk: Do you like something
that’s full bodied? Or would you prefer
something lighter and summery?
Buyer: I don’t drink.
Wine Store Clerk: Well, did you ever drink?
Buyer: Well, yey-yuh. That’s why I had to stop.
Perfectly intelligent looking twenty-something-
year old female: He soiled his wild oats and now
he’s ready to settle down.
Heard in the parking lot: Your puppy’s already
back from the vet?
Puppy owner: The staggers were because he was
stoned.
Inquirer: Stoned?
Puppy owner: He hoovered up a discarded roach
from the sidewalk somewhere.
Inquirer: How did the vet know?
Puppy owner: Says he sees it all the time in
this part of town.
All the above real and valid utterings by live
human adult beings ambulating in good health and
certified by the State of California fit to
drive. Our neighborhood. Scout’s honor.
WTF is that?
Tags: Hip and IQ – Strangers in the
Night? One man’s trash is another dog’s. . .Wrath of
Grapes will get you. Good night, Mrs. Malaprop,
wherever you are.
Love it!!!!!