By Adolf der Schweinehund
The Unconventional Gazette / February 14, 2013
My neighbor George recently took his blonde girlfriend to her first football game. They had great seats right behind the New York Giants bench. After the game, he asked her how she liked it.
"Oh, I really liked it," she replied, "especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn't understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents."
Dumbfounded, George asked, "What do you mean?"
"Well, first some guy in a striped shirt flipped a coin, one team got it, and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was... 'Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!' I'm like ...... Helloooooo? It's only 25 cents!!"
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