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A fly once landed in my beer at a bar b q, so I took it out and shook it over my glass and yelled "Spit it out! Spit it out ya little bastard! That's my beer!" I got alot of laughs. Unfortunately, none of them were from my girlfriends parents.
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It's not a thong, I'm just fat
Minister of Alien Blocking Hats and Sheep Innards Of The First Church Of Meatology.
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