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”Ok.” Ben cleared his throat, struggling to remember the joke.
”Ok. There are two corn chips…and they’re on the playground. They’re friends. One of the corn chips…they’re not being fair. So the other says ‘I don’t think you’re being fair.’” He smiled. “‘We’re friends, why aren’t you…being fair?’ Then the other one is like…’I don’t think you know me’.
So the other corn chip says ‘Come on…’” Ben began to giggle. “‘Can’t we just…taco ‘bout it?’”
It was hard for him to contain himself. His giggles turned into chortles.
“‘No,’” Ben continued, "the other corn chip said. ’I’m nacho friend!”
Arvo is silent at first, as if his intoxicated mind was having trouble processing the joke. After a few moments he belted out a warm laugh -- head tossing back. He found this joke a little too funny, but Arvo just happened to be a rather giggly drunk.
His arm wrapped around Ben's middle, since he was unable to reach his shoulders properly, and he leaned against him.
"That was a good one." He snickered, burying his warm face into the fabric of Ben's jacket that rested against his chest.
"Okay, okay...What is a frog's favorite drink?" He paused, a wide grin coming to his face. "Croaka Cola."
