So a Guy Walks into a Diner . . .
“FUTEM?”
“S, FFM.”
“FUNEX?”
“S, FFX.”
“Okay, MNX!”
I was no more than 10 years old when my mother first introduced me to this little scenario.
I think I sent it this morning, although I don't know why.
I have Mr....
I have
He's there.
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