"What's that?" I asked the dog. "I don't smell anything."
"Are you kidding me!" the dog exclaimed, "that smell could knock a buzzard off a shit wagon."
"Under the doctrine of He Who Smelt it Dealt It," I explained, "You are a farter."
"Yeah, Yeah," replied the dog. "He who denied it supplied it."
"You biffed it," I said with holier than thou attitude, "You wiffed it."
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