8 Mar 2006

Two friends...

Two friends had agreed to meet at a resort for a weekend of
fishing. The first arrived on Friday evening, as scheduled, but his fishing buddy never showed up.

Finally about lunch time the next day the tardy fisherman arrived beaten and bandaged.

When asked what the hell had happened, the wounded man replied, "The last thing I remember is stopping at the highway rest stop and spotting a parked car with what appeared to be people in the back seat. So I stuck my head through the window and asked, 'How far is The Olde Log Inn?'"


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