I'm funny...

Please understand that I hate the manager from the Long John Silvers from next door to my store. Hate a strong word, but I don't like him. He treats his people like poop, runs a dirty restaurant, and also is super arrigant, yeah I know I can't spell.

So he notices there is a police officer in my store, the cop was just getting some food. Thinking that something bad is going down, the Long John's manager waddles over and checks in to see no one is dead. He checks it out and then steps up and says hi to me and he notices that according to him I've lost some weight. He asks what my secret to losing the weight was. I told him it was meth, cause meth takes the weight out real fast. He left right after that.