Bunny and I are having dinner at a Chinese restaurant. The check is delivered and we crack open our fortune cookies [1]. Mine is something generic, but Bunny's cookie says, as God is my witness:
[“Pick another fortune cookie?” I guess that's a great way of increasing sales.] [2]
Unfortunately, there was no other fortune cookie to pick from. Go figure.
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