Einhver hress úllíngur varað gera símaat í mér:

Hann: "Do you sell Angus burgers?"
Ég: "Uuhhmm..no."
Hann: "Why not?
Ég: "Hmm, I did, but I don't anymore."
Hann: "But I want my Angus burger, why can't you give me my Angus burger."
Ég: "Okay, meet me in ten minutes, I'll have your burger."
Hann: "Huh...?"
Ég: "Make it seven. You better be there."

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Tókst ekki alveg nógu vel, haa litli pungur?