Going from God to Maxine, from the sublime to the supercilious. “Time hath not withered nor custom staled my infinite variety”.
Maxine in the Bar…..
A man goes into a cocktail lounge and approaches Maxine sitting by herself :
Man: “May I buy you a cocktail?”
Maxine: “No thank you, alcohol is bad for my legs.”
Man: “Sorry to hear that. Do they swell?”
Maxine: “No, they spread .”
I love Maxine.