*At Fred’s Bro-tillion*
Fred, to the caterers: “Yeah, So where are the snacks?”
Caterer: “E-Excuse me?”
Fred: “Ya know, banana milk and stuff. Where’s that?”
Caterer: “I-I’m afraid we don’t have those kinds of things today.”
Fred, to Abigail: “You hear that? This deserves a bad review on TripAdvisor.” *shakes his head*










