Life is like a dick. Simple soft straight relaxed & hanging free.
Then a woman comes along & makes it hard.
My apartment is full of Valentine's cards.
I'm not some kind of stud.
I'm a lazy bastard postman.
I just bought the latest sleep-number smart bed. It detects when you're screwing your wife, locks the front door and turns on the stereo so your neighbors can't hear you. My number is 69.
What do a tornado and a redneck divorce have in common?
As soon as you see it coming you know someone is going to lose a trailer.