But I don't WANT my bottom roasted!

By .Bala

Some years ago in London, there was a man named Pierce Bottom. As you can guess, people constantly made jokes about his name.

Tired of this, Mr. Bottom spend days looking in phonebooks for other people who also had “bottom” in their names. He found lots — Bottom, Bottomley, Winterbottom, Throttlebottom, Greenbottom, Sidebottom, etc.

As a practical joke, Pierce Bottom arranged for a dinner to be served in a building's basement. He then sent invitations to all the “Bottoms” he'd found for a free meal in their honor.

Most of the Bottoms showed up, but Pierce Bottom did not. And the guests were surprised to find that each of them had to pay his own check.

And can you guess what the entrée was?

Rump roast!

As written by H. Allen Smith;

 via Futility Closet.