True bravery is arriving home late after a night out on the beer, being
assaulted by your wife with a broom, and still having the guts to ask:
"So are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"
True bravery is arriving home late after a night out on the beer, being
assaulted by your wife with a broom, and still having the guts to ask:
"So are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"
True bravery is arriving home late after a night out on the beer, being
assaulted by your wife with a broom, and still having the guts to ask:
"So are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"
"Good God! What kind of hallucinogen leaves you high enough to be blissfully unaware of a genital amputation but lucid enough to grease up a pan and cook up a wiener? "