Quote: Josh Lea @ 5th September 2016, 3:48 PMI once met a girl named Bonnie Priest. When I walked in the bar, there she was at a table in the corner. I walked over to the table and sat down, but as I did she rushed to the floor almost spilling a drink. "What are you doing down there?" I asked her as she bumped up against my pant leg. "I'm afraid of eye contact," she replied. "Well I followed your eyes all the way from the door to your table," I responded, "now get out from under there so I can get better acquainted." "No," she replied, "not you. That girl over there."
The girl had no shoes on and stood on top of the table. "No need to be afraid. In fact, she's afraid of foot contact."I took my wife to the store. As soon as I walked in, I produced an envelope as thick as a squirrel's head. "Choose anything." I told her. She walked straight to the counter and said, "I'll take anything." The clerk responded with a confused grimace. "No, honey you can have all," I told her. "Ok, give me it all." The clerk reached underneath the counter and pushed the security button. After a while, I caught on and grabbed my wife's arm. "No! Clerk just give me a pack of Pall Malls."
I don't think you quite get this game.
