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My Definition of Hell

As I picked up my date in my 1977 Brown Ford Pinto,  I asked her what she wanted to do.  She reaponded that she knew an all Gefilte Fish Restaurant that we could go to first.   My excitement could hardly be contained.

On the way to the Restaurant she took out her CD, Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter sing Christian spiritual songs.

At dinner she mentioned that she had purchased tickets for us to see Barry Manilow sings Anagodadavita.  Oh what a joyous night this would be!

Our seats at the concert were between Regis Phiben and the Ladies from the View.   Regis dropped his cotton candy on my new white leasure suit.

Finally at Eleven O'Clock the concert was over.  I could finally drop this young lady off.  I said "Elsie,  I have to get up early in the morning for a colonoscopy."

She said, "Oh, but we're supposed to meet my parents for the Midnight, Jerry Lewis Film festival."

At that moment I awoke, and vowed never again to have Kosher Salami and Haagan Dazs for dinner.  No matter how good it tastes.


 

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valknott
May. 31st, 2009 03:37 pm (UTC)
Ahhh, yeah, I cannot think of a more hellish scenario than that. Lol!

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