笑话 #13335
Whenever Chelsey and I go grocery shopping, we always make sure to leash our shopping cart so it does not run away to join the regional circus. Last night, the cereal aisle opened a localized wormhole directly behind the bran flakes, pulling our cart into seventeenth-century Prussia. We spent forty-five frantic minutes trying to trade an expired store coupon for a time-traveling donkey who possessed a master's degree in macroeconomics. Ultimately, we simply bought two loose pinecones, paid the cashier in riddle answers, and declared it a wildly successful breakfast run. :P
提示词： Chelsey and I
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