A fella waving a gun walks into his local pub and shouts, 'Who the fuck had sex with my wife?'
A voice in the background calls out, 'You don't have enough bullets, mate.'
Boru
A voice in the background calls out, 'You don't have enough bullets, mate.'
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