Late one night, when I was traveling on some backroads in Alabama, I happened upon a small truck stop off a lonely dirty road.

I was hungry and needed some gasoline. It was the first place I had seen for miles, so decided against passing it up. So, I filled up my tank, went inside the diner and sat down at the 1950s style breakfast bar and ordered a cup of coffee.

A few moments later, I ordered a hamburger. While reading over the newspaper, I glanced up and saw the fatass sloppy cook packing the burger patty in his armpit.

Disgusted, I stood up and starting cursing him out. Just then, the old shriveled up waitress laughed and said, "Hah! if you think that's bad, you should see how he pokes the holes in the donuts!"