You’re Broasted

I was waiting at this guy’s desk yesterday. Bored. Waiting. I noticed a menu for a broasted food place, food being chicken, fish and probably something else. I was glancing through it when I came across a Cod Tub. I looked at it then said it in my head, “Cud tob? What the hell is a Cud Tob?” It took me all of several seconds to realize it wasn’t a cud tob. Even after I figured it out, each time my eyes roved past it, my mind kept saying cud tob. Damn cud tob.

And did you know that diarist is a word? I didn’t. But it doesn’t mean what you think it means. It’s a person that writes in a diary.

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