One slow day at work L, L&L wrote me a poem. Now this is not an odd occurrences she has written me many, but this one really left me wandering. Here is how it went down.
L, L&L was working the bar and I was working the floor. I knew she was up to something cause every time I walked by she would act real guilty. Then she hands me a piece a paper that reads.
If when you drop a piece of toast it always lands butter side down and a cat always lands on their feet. Then what would happen if you tied a piece toast butter side up on the back of a cat and dropped them??
We still don’t know the answer to this one.