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Everyone is home this weekend for a change, so we are all sitting down for a roast "like a family". It's my job to acquire the chicken. I was told to go out early before butcher ran out; I knew this wouldn't go well because I didn't sleep until 1am... but I didn't realise how little my brain would function.

Me: "I'm looking for a chicken."
Butcher: "What kind?"
Me: "…a dead one?"

He meant medium or large. I need coffee.

I just called alextiefling from the bus to ask where I might find gaffer tape at 10pm on a Thursday evening.

Evidently having misheard me, he informed me that Sainsburys sell good budget Jaffa Cakes that most people can eat.

Correcting him with the phrase "No, gaffer tape, not Jaffa Cakes!" caused several of the passengers around me to start giggling, and one of them to say "I wouldn't want to eat gaffer tape!", which then set me off giggling and unable to finish the conversation :)