My dad was a prison guard and some inmate was talking to him and dad asked where the meat he was eating came from.
The inmate answered ‘the dining hall’.
Dad asked where it came from before that.
Inmate says “grocery store”.
Dad asked where it was before it got the grocery store.
The inmate thought a bit and asked ‘a factory?’.
Dad asked the same of the “factory” but the inmate’s train of thought had totally jumped the track after ‘grocery store’.
No clue at all where his burger ‘came from’.
A Bawlmer boy.
Gotta love ‘em.
But wait for dinner... BBQ ribs... Yum yum!