Okay, you keep the house, and I’ll take the Ford 150. Little did she know, the house was mortgaged up to the hilt.
Only had $50 in my pocket and a Visa credit card, but in Nashville I met an online gal that looked swell.
Had to stop in Bristol, Va., to gas up, but the card was invalid. She must have canceled when I drove away. No matter, $50 got me about 12 gallons, a cup of coffee, and a hotdog to go.
Two hundred ninety miles to Nashville, and at 20 miles per gallon, I couldn’t make it there. So, decided to sell my truck in Bristol. Her name was on the title. Could not sell.
Okay, I decided to get what I could with no title and move on. Vagrant, local, or immigrant gave me five $100 bills in cash. I took them and walked over to the bank to get some $20 bills. Counterfeit!
Manager asked me to have a cup of coffee, and he would see what he could do. Police arrived, and I wound up in jail.
Moral of this tale is that one should never brag: The Joke’s on You.