Glutton Buddhu looks around the table, dining table, obviously. Too many delicious things to eat. Hmm, why wasn't I born a cow? They have 4 stomachs.
"Mom? What of this stuff am I eligible to eat?"
Mom: "Anything."
Glutton B (ecstatic): "Anything?!"
Mom (waking up): "Anything not already on someone else's plate."
Now we know how Glutton B got to be that way.
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