A young-ish couple are on their first date at a restaurant. Partway through the meal, he notices an odd little indentation on the bridge of her nose. Too polite to say anything (and not wanting to hurt his chances for later), his glance nevertheless keeps straying back to the mark.
Eventually, she becomes aware of this and says, 'Let me save you the trouble of asking - that little dent is caused by glasses.'
'Sorry,' he says, a little shamefacedly. 'I didn't mean to stare, but have you ever considered contact lenses?'
'Nah,' she answers. 'They don't hold enough beer.'
Boru
Eventually, she becomes aware of this and says, 'Let me save you the trouble of asking - that little dent is caused by glasses.'
'Sorry,' he says, a little shamefacedly. 'I didn't mean to stare, but have you ever considered contact lenses?'
'Nah,' she answers. 'They don't hold enough beer.'
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson