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Let me tell you a story of a boy and a girl
The boy’s name is…It doesn’t really matter.
The girl’s name is Wendy.
Boy meets Wendy.
Boy digs Wendy.
Boy dates Wendy.
Boy marries Wendy.
Now they are on their honeymoon in Jamaica. For a honeymoon surprise the boy has tattooed Wendy’s name on his appendage. After a few too many fruity tropical rum drinks the boy excuses himself to the little groom’s room. As he is standing in front of the urinal doing his business, a big dreadlocked Rastafarian walks up and takes the urinal beside him. He looks over and notices he has a Wendy tattoo also. He says, “I see you have a girl named Wendy too.” “No mon,” his neighbor says. “At times like this it say Wendy. Other times it say Welcome to Jamaica mon have a nice day.”
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Me: Hi, may I please see the wine list?
Waiter: Sir, it’s 8 AM.
Me: Oh, sorry.
Good morning, may I please see the wine list?
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