A businessman entered an elevator, where a cheerful blonde greeted him with, “T-G-I-F.”
Smiling, he replied, “S-H-I-T.”
Confused, she repeated, “T-G-I-F,” slowly.
The man again responded, “S-H-I-T.”
Trying to keep things friendly, she smiled wider and said, “T-G-I-F.”
The man replied once more, “S-H-I-T.”
Finally, the blonde explained, “‘T-G-I-F’ means ‘Thank God, It’s Friday!’ Get it?”
The man answered, “S-H-I-T means ‘Sorry, Honey, It’s Thursday’—duuhhh.”
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