WHEN I SAY I'M BROKE. I'M BROKE!!
Yesterday I answered a knock on the door, only to be confronted
by a well-dressed young man carrying a vacuum cleaner.
'Good morning,' said the young man. 'If I could take a couple
of minutes of your time, I would like to demonstrate the very
latest in high-powered vacuum cleaners.'
'Go away!' I said. 'I haven't got any money!', 'I'm broke!' and
proceeded to close the door.
Quick as a flash, the young man wedged his foot in the door and
pushed wide open. 'Don't be too hasty!' he said. 'Not until you
have at least seen my demonstration.' And with that, he emptied
a standard size bucket of horse manure onto my hallway carpet.
I was furious and astounded, and as I was fuming and about to blow up when he said,
'If this vacuum cleaner does not remove all traces of this
horse manure from your carpet, Sir, I will personally eat the
remainder.'
I stepped back and said, 'Well I hope you've got a frickin good
appetite, because they cut off my electricity this morning."
