5.28.2010

May 28

“Can I ask you a question?”

“What sort of question?”

“First promise me that you’ll answer it truthfully.”

“What sort of question?” he repeated uncertainly.

“I’m not going to ask you what colour underwear you’re wearing or anything. It’s just a simple question.”

“Fine,” he agreed finally. “Ask away.”

“How did you get caught in Egypt?”

“My underwear is white,” he answered with false enthusiasm.

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