Did you hear about the junkie that was addicted to brake fluid?
He said he could stop anytime.
My wife wanted to go on a pleasure trip.
I told her: "Great, let's take your mother to the airport."
And that's when the fight started...
Lifehack: How do you find a needle in a haystack?
Easy... burn the fuckin' hay! Any more questions?
My contribution to poetry & truth:
Roses are red that much is true. But violets are purple not fucking blue.
