Sometimes you can't hide your heritage
The apartment complex has a laundry room right next to the pool. So while the camping clothes were going through the washer, I figured it would be a nice time to have a couple beers and a cigar.
Suddenly this oriental lady walks over and looks at me:
Her (snootily): "What are *you* doing?"
Me: "My laundry, what does it look like?"
It's times like these that make wonder if I was Brooklyn cabbie in a former life.
Suddenly this oriental lady walks over and looks at me:
Her (snootily): "What are *you* doing?"
Me: "My laundry, what does it look like?"
It's times like these that make wonder if I was Brooklyn cabbie in a former life.