I woke up on the floor again,
and I needed something to eat, so I went down the street to Monty’s Grill.
“What’ll it be” said Monty, sporting a wry grin.
“Just give me the usual, Monty” I said.
Monty just scratched his head, and said “What is that again?”
The usual was a Utah burger with cheese fries and a coke.
Monty knew that, I had been coming there everyday for the last four years.
Then I began to realize, the man behind the counter was the IMPOSTER!!