After lunch I sat outside with Sean and Brian to go over Property. Nice day to be outside except that we were twice approached by guys who would qualify for appointed counsel. One of the guys was on a bike and a self-proclaimed "street comedian". One of his jokes:
When is Michael Jackson's bedtime?
When the big hand meets the small hand.
To which Sean countered,
What do you call cheese that isn't yours?
Nacho cheese.
The other guy couldn't speak english, tried to get all of Sean's Skittles, and had a sticky hand.
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