Friday night goof

Last night I really messed up and didn’t order the usual Friday night pizza early enough. So, tired of being on hold on the phone, I hung up and we went to a fast food eatery in the next town. … MISTAKE. (I used to eat that garbage?) I threw half of my burger in the trash, along with the matching fries.

But at least it reminded me of one of my brother-in-law’s funny jokes about the guy sitting between Hitler and Stalin in hell:

Hitler and Stalin: So what did you do to get in here?
Guy: I ate the pastrami-on-rye on Friday.