Went out to Camden with friends last night. We ate at the Arizona restaurant and I asked the ridiculously cute waitress where she was from. Turns out she's from Quebec and speaks French (with a curious accent). Later, as we left, one of my friends said "Leaving the your French filly behind?"
I replied "I think you've mispronounced fille."
Note to self: nobody laughs at bilingual puns.
Later we went to World's End in Camden. I must say that Keith was rather disappointed with his homeopathic JD and soda.
(See Paul, I told you I was going to steal your joke. At least I have something people can laugh at).