Fella comes home from his job at the condiment factory at noon, so his wife says, 'What are you doing here at this hour?'
'Got fired. They caught me with my dick in the pickle slicer.'
'That's terrible!'
'Tell me about it. I get fired, the pickle slicer gets a promotion and a corner office.'
Boru
'Got fired. They caught me with my dick in the pickle slicer.'
'That's terrible!'
'Tell me about it. I get fired, the pickle slicer gets a promotion and a corner office.'
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson