So, a coyote walks into a sandwich shop...
And he says, "Is your roadrunner fresh?"
The man behind the counter replies, "We don't serve your kind here. And we don't have roadrunner sandwiches."
The coyote sighs and says, "You've hurt my feelings. I'm going into rehab*, like everyone else."
* - "He was taken to the Flint Creek Rehabilitation Center in Barrington, home to all of Chicago's transplanted urban coyotes."
UPDATE: 04/05/2007 -- BETTER PUNCHLINE!
So, a coyote walks into a sandwich shop...
And he says, "Is your roadrunner fresh?"
The man behind the counter replies, "We don't serve your kind here. And we don't have roadrunner sandwiches."
The coyote howls and says, "Darn it! I should have known better than to trust that stupid Acme restaurant guidebook!"
