When I go to donate blood I expect a cup of tea, a biscuit and a polite word of thanks... ...not a whole lot of screaming, my bucket confiscated, and a cop asking me questions.
As I was preparing to leave the restaurant, the waiter said to me, โDo you wanna box for your leftover food?โ I said, โNo thanks, but Iโll wrestle you for them.โ
Are you good at finding things? Because I think you may have found my heart. Also, I don't know which zone I parked my car into so I need help with that too. Thanks!
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