The Warren G Story

We were driving down the highway when Regulate by Warren G came on the radio. I started chuckling to myself.

“What?” my wife asked from the passenger seat.

“At the bar, one of the regular was Warren G,” I said, in between spurts of laughter, “I knew because I had to take his credit card to open the tab.”

“What?” my wife responded. “Warren G went to your bar?”

“Yeah,” I said, catching my breath, “it’s what it said on his credit card — I didn’t even know who Warren G was until my co-worker put this song on afterward.”

“Wait,” my wife, turned to me, “Warren G is a regular at your bar?”

“He’s just an old white guy named Warren G,” I confirmed, still laughing. “It’s another person named Warren G.”

My wife was clearly frustrated. “You are so bad at telling stories.”

For more of my comedic writing, please check out my Humour Section

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