This is the greatest case of false advertising

Oh, I’m in no condition to drive. Wait a minute. I don’t have to listen to myself. I’m drunk. Donuts. Is there anything they can’t do? Fat Tony is a cancer on this fair city! He is the cancer and I am the…uh…what cures cancer? A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds…it makes ice. But, Aquaman, you cannot marry a woman without gills. You’re from two different worlds… Oh, I’ve wasted my life. He didn’t give you gay, did he? Did he?!

There are too many states nowadays. Please, eliminate three. P.S. I am not a crackpot. I prefer a vehicle that doesn’t hurt Mother Earth. It’s a go-cart, powered by my own sense of self-satisfaction.

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