03 September 2006


[While away from home, Jim and family stop at a restaurant known for its barbecue. There are two containers of two types of barbecue sauce on the table. One contains the conventional sauce, while the other contains a hastily blended mix of who-knows-what.]

Brother: What's that?!

Waitress: That's our special barbecue sauce.

[Waitress walks away.]

Brother: What do you think it really is?

Jim: The last waitress that stole from the register.

Happy Labor Day!

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