I’ve got a bad habit.
Ok, yes, there’s more than one, but this one in particular is bad.
I tend to have repeating lame jokes. I’ll find something funny once and people near me will hear it over and over again.
Like if there’s a police car pulled over to the side of the road with a radar gun, I’ll probably say, “I wonder what they’re going to do with all that speed once they’ve trapped it?”
Even if I know that the person I’m with has already heard that lame-assed joke, I’ll say it anyway. I can’t help it.
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