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A man in the Florida supermarket tries to buy half a head of lettuce. The very young produce assistant tells him that they sell only whole heads of lettuce. The man persists and asks to see the manager. The boy says he'll ask his manager about it. Walking into the back room, the boy said to his manager, "Some ******* wants to buy half a head of lettuce." As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man standing right behind him, so he added, "And this gentleman has kindly offered to buy the other half." The manager approved the deal, and the man went on his way. Later the manager said to the boy, "I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation earlier. We like people who think on their feet here. Where are you from, son?" "Canada, sir," the boy replied. "Well, why did you leave Canada?" the manager asked. The boy said, "Sir, there's nothing but whores and hockey players up there." "Really?" said the manager. "My wife is from Canada." "No ****?" replied the boy. "Who'd she play for? |
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Bahahaha..quick save
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o gr8
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A man in the Florida supermarket tries to buy half a head of lettuce. The very young produce assistant tells him that they sell only whole heads of lettuce. The man persists and asks to see the manager. The boy says he'll ask his manager about it. Walking into the back room, the boy said to his manager, "Some ******* wants to buy half a head of lettuce." As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man standing right behind him, so he added, "And this gentleman has kindly offered to buy the other half." The manager approved the deal, and the man went on his way. Later the manager said to the boy, "I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation earlier. We like people who think on their feet here. Where are you from, son?" "Canada, sir," the boy replied. "Well, why did you leave Canada?" the manager asked. The boy said, "Sir, there's nothing but whores and hockey players up there." "Really?" said the manager. "My wife is from Canada." "No ****?" replied the boy. "Who'd she play for? Yes this joke is older than dirt too... |
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Yes this joke is older than dirt too... Rude much? |
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Edited by
2KidsMom
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Sun 09/29/13 06:02 PM
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Yes this joke is older than dirt too... Rude much? Right!!!! Like the ink.((bore)):) |
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HAHAHAHAHA!
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Yes this joke is older than dirt too... Rude much? Right!!!! Like the ink.((bore)):) Thank you |
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Yes this joke is older than dirt too... Rude much? Right!!!! Like the ink.((bore)):) Thank you got one on my arm.. |
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Yes this joke is older than dirt too... Rude much? Right!!!! Like the ink.((bore)):) Thank you got one on my arm.. Post a pic of it |
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Edited by
2KidsMom
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Tue 10/01/13 12:40 PM
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my newest |
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Awesome Gotta love southern pride |
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Im a Southern girl.with a Southern Drawl..hazel eyes and golden locks..and a mean *** temper...Rawr.
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Im a Southern girl.with a Southern Drawl..hazel eyes and golden locks..and a mean *** temper...Rawr. Sssssssexxy |
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