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Hello everyone. Mike and I are recording a podcast this weekend and, as we periodically do, would like to hear from you. Feel free to drop your Fiorentina-related (or not) questions in the comments below and we’ll do our usual answering on the air thing for your (and, more realistically, our) entertainment.
Also, because there’s a length minimum to posts—anything under 150 words won’t work—I’m also going to give you my favorite joke of all time to make up the length. I’m sorry and you’re welcome.
So there’s this duck, right, who walks into a bar and hops up on the bar stool and asks the bartender, “So, you got any grapes?” And the bartender, obviously a little bit confused, replies, “Uh, no. We don’t have any grapes in here. Sorry.” And the duck hops back down off the bar stool and walks back out.
Next day, same time, the duck walks back in, hops up on the same bar stool, and asks the bartender, “So, you got any grapes?” The bartender, still confused but now a little bit irritated, responds, “No, we don’t have any grapes. It’s a bar.” And the duck hops back down and walks back out.
Next day, same time, the duck walks back in and hops up on the same bar stool, and asks the bartender, “So, you got any grapes?” The bartender, now pretty sure that this duck is messing with him, explodes, “No, we don’t have any grapes! We’ve never had any grapes! We didn’t have any yesterday, we don’t have any today, and we won’t have any ever. If you walk back in here tomorrow and ask me if I’ve got any grapes, so help me, I’m going to nail your damn feet to the bar stool.” And the duck hops back down and walks back out.
Next day, same time, the duck walks back in and hops up on the same bar stool. With the bartender now eying him warily, the duck asks, “So, you got any nails?” The bartender anwers, “No.” The duck asks, “You got any grapes?”