Monday, June 16, 2008

Olde Log Inn

From TZ.


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, 'Hey, just how far is The Olde Log Inn?'"


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