I Can’t Complain

Twaddle-2Whenever I ask someone how he’s doing and he responds with, “I can’t complain,” I think to myself: “My God, this man has contracted some sort of horrible speech imprediment! We’ve got to get him to a hospital!”

Then I steal his wallet. Because, hey, what the hell is he gonna say about it, right?

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