The Express, Written Consent of Major League Baseball

The crowd at Charlie Chuckles was tough that night, so Skip decided to open with his newest bit.

“What’s with the express written consent of major league baseball? What, does it come in a Concord Jet? Hey baseball, ever heard of e-mail? And how come – ”

“Expressed!” someone in the front shouted. Skip tried to continue but the man shouted again, “It’s expressed with an -ed, you moron!”

Skip came back with what he thought was a brilliant comeback: “I don’t come down to where you work and grade your students’ papers!”

Skip was never invited back to Charlie Chuckles.

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Title by: John Robert DeMartino
Story by: Nick

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