Alfred's New Ramblings

In Conversation 39

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I find weird stuff in the fridge. Sometimes I swear it is haunted.

I was in the office and customer site for several days. During the weekend, I found 1 cooked chicken patty on a plate.

Me: “Where did that patty come from?”

Dau: “No idea, I think it is Brother’s”

Days later

Me: “Where did that patty come from?”

Son: “Not mine, I am not in, no time to cook”

Wife: “Nope, not mine”

Me: I am eating it.




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