A North American Elk walks into a pizzeria and sits at an empty table while he waits for the waiter. The waiter hands him a menu and the Elk ponders for a bit. He's not really in the mood for pizza, so he narrows it down to pasta. The Elk is finally ready to order, so he calls for the waiter. The waiter asks him what he wants, and the Elk hesitates for a second.
"Locomotive."
The waiter is puzzled. "What?"
"Land Rover."
"Sir, that's not on the menu."
"Lake Michigan."
The waiter is unsure what to say. Frustrated, the Elk brings his leg up on the table to point out what he wants on the menu.
"This is what I want."
"Sir, you don't have any fingers... I can't tell what you're pointing at."
"Just give me the damn spaghetti."
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