“I think that might be where they keep all the buses in the Summer.” ”Well what makes you think that?” ”Oh I don’t know, maybe all the buses.”
” I feel like I am burning to death out here…..Literally.” “Literally?”
(After prying open his VERY undercooked fortune cookie, my uncle read his fortune aloud) “Your luck will soon change.” ”Gosh I hope your luck changes, because I don’t think fortune cookies are supposed to that.”
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