I just heard John tell a story about his dog to someone on the phone. As soon as he hung up, he called someone
else and told the same story. I
don’t get it. People just don’t
care about who is around.
Then he tried to tell me the story. He said, “Did you hear what I told my sisters
about the dog?” I thought for a
second. I wanted to see if he
would tell me the same story that I had already heard twice. Instead, I said, “Yeah, about her being
afraid of laundry?”
He said yeah, and then proceeded to tell me the same thing in a slightly different order. Seriously. How ridiculous.
Then Jackie, his girlfriend, called, so he told her that he told me about the
dog’s phobia. Jesus Christ. When does it end?
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