911: 911, What’s your emergency?
Me: It’s John again.
911: John, seriously!!!
Me: I know. I know. Just an ambulance if possible. No cops.
*kicks door down*
*realizes its the wrong house*
*comes back with tool bag*
Pointed out my kids real dad to them at the car wash today. None of us are sure if I’m kidding.
Saw a sign on the highway that said “Kill or Injure a Road Worker: $7,500” but it doesn’t tell me where to pick up the money…
She has a weimerhi…wimerrihym….wimmerhie…
She has a big gray dog.
Say, hypothetically, I was stuck in an air vent over a dressing room at Lane Bryant. What kind of legal issues am I dealing with?