...which was ironic because we were at a train station
Thứ Ba, 2 tháng 5, 2017
The police have just released my mother-in-law after questioning her about the murder of her husband.
They only spoke to her for 2 minutes before coming to the conclusion he committed suicide.
A ten-year-old boy walks into a brothel...
And he has a long string. Tied to the end of the string is a huge frog, a frog the size of a dinner plate, that has been squished flat. He walks up to the madam of the brothel and says "I want to fuck one of your girls."
The madam thinks for a moment and figures the place is illegal any way so why the fuck not? She agrees.
The kid says, "But I want to fuck one of your dirty girls, one that I could catch something from."
The madam is offended, "This is a clean establishment!"
After a little discussion it is settled that there is, in fact, a dirty girl in room 7. She has gonorrhea.
"Why would you ever want to sleep with an infected girl?" asks the madam.
"Where here's the thing: I'm getting babysat tonight. And my babysitter? Real sick fuck, she's gonna rape me. So I figure I can give her the clap.
"And then my dad, when he drives her home, is gonna fuck her and she will give him the clap.
"Then when he comes home and fucks my mom she will get the clap.
"And tomorrow when she fucks the mailman she will give him the clap.
"And he is the son-of-a-bitch who ran over my frog."
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