I had fish and chips for lunch, at an actual restaurant, on their patio, washed down with a Leffe brune. It was divine.
I told the waitress that I felt like I was breaking the law.
This reminds me of a “shaggy dog story” that a friend told, and I’ll actually try to keep it brief. I may have told it before.
Jane reminded Tarzan to pick up dinner on the way home from work, but he got busy, left late, and by the time he remembered, the grocery stores were closed. So he thought he’d pick up takeout instead, and swinging through the trees, he grabbed a few birds and stuck them in his reusable and eco-friendly sack, and scouted around for something a bit meatier, and grabbed a couple of chimpanzees as well.
He arrived home, and after he opened the sack to show Jane what was for dinner, her face fell and she said;
“Not finch and chimps again?”