I am not taxi

In my first year of college, I had an accordion-player friend drive up from home come visit me. He arrived late on a Friday night. When he arrived at my apartment, I asked him where he parked. To my dismay, he tells me he parked on a nearby dimly-lit street notorious for car break-ins. I asked him if he brought is accordion, and he said he did, but he left it on the back seat of his car.

When I heard this, we rushed down to his car, but it was already too late. Someone broke in and left two more accordians.

(via medialux)

hahahaha… vá, didn’t see that coming :) Gott punch line.

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