On May 29, 11:22 am, somebody <
tom.ungvar...@gmail.com> wrote:
> btw, my brother asked for a favor yesterday when getting ready to
> leave... He wanted to keep the shirt I loaned him.
>
> Reminds me of the time, someone took my potato. I had two at work
> (raw, uncooked or washed) and someone asked about them. I joking
> said: you can have one. And she took it! Not too much later, she
> was fired. Apparently, her and her husband were stealing digital
> cameras and other things from the company.
What are you gonna do, kill someone over a potato? I can see
you in court, "But Your Honor, he took my potato." And the judge
says, "Wait a minute, why was this not divulged by the prosecution?"
He is informed by the prosecutor that they didn't think it mattered
whether it was a potato or some other object, the defendant still
committed murder. The judge says, "A potato is different. Why I
remember even as a child wanting to kill my own brother for stealing
my potato skin off my plate after I'd already eaten the white inside
part. I always loved the skins with butter melted in them. And he
took it and I wanted to kill him and probably would have had our
father not intervened. As a result I am forced at this time to
dismiss the case." Then standing and pounding the podium with his
gavel he declares, "Somebody, you are free to go", then removes his
black robe for all to see he is wearing only a tee shirt beneath with
the words, "I love potatoes" stitched onto the front.
TJ