Here’s proof we’re in a recession. And it’s only going to get worse unless the government quits wasting our money. Pretty soon, we’re going to need a bailout to get laid.
Oh, and the STDs? Thanks to socialized health care, it’s going to be a race to see if you get diagnosed before your dick falls off.
I had to write that from a male point of view because pussies can’t fall off.
Anyway, thanks to Lonnie M for the pic.
Having a job is casting a dark cloud over the Summer of Benny.
“I’ve got tickets to the Cardinals game tonight.”
Nope, gotta work tomorrow.
“It’s amateur night at the strip club.”
Nope, gotta work tomorrow.
“Let’s road trip to Chicago and catch the afternoon card at Arlington.”
Nope, gotta work tomorrow.
I’d love to stay up and tell you the story of big butthole girl.
But I gotta work tomorrow.
I don’t write songs about girls anymore. I have to write songs about women. No more boy meets girl boy loses girl. More like man tries to figure out what the hell went wrong.
So tell us tomorrow about big b girl, you can’t just leave us hangin like that! Work or no work! Get your priorities straight man!
I’m going to save that story for a special occasion. And I have to run it by the censor.