The following conversation, while slightly edited for the sake of brevity, really was heard recently in a Houston restaurant — I don’t make these things up. (Well, sometimes I do stuff up, but then I always admit to it by the end.)
GUY THE FIRST: I have this friend who only has one arm, and for the last seven Hallowe’ens he’s worn the same costume — he goes as the one-armed Led Zeppelin drummer. Seven years in a row! I think he needs to go as something different next year. Do you guys have any ideas?
GUY THE SECOND: Why doesn’t he go as a slot machine?