The Flea Market
I had a good day today. I spent the day with my friend, Irene. We were at a flea market and I had to use the bathroom. When I came back I told her, "Never again. I've seen cleaner bathrooms in a crack house!"
A lady standing close by looked at the two of us and Irene said, "Hey, don't look at me. I don't know anything about what she does in those crack houses on the weekend."