Mouse: What you’re saying right now? Is what you told me six months ago.
Me: Well, I meant it … for you.
Mouse: Well, I’m regifting that shit right back to you. (Mimes placing a box on the bar.) Here you go!
Me: Wow. I never imagined it would fit.
Mouse: It’s like fruitcake. You pass it along, it always fits.
Me: It’s kinda gross.
Mouse: You want a fork?
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