It has come to my attention that some of you may be under the impression that crude humour is the only form of humour of which I happen to posess.
For the most part of all the parts and that paradoxically includes the parts that would otherwise not be included as a result of that criterion, this has been brought to attention by me.
Because we all know that I don't actually listen to anybody... except maybe Bob. Hi Bob.
*chair-noises*
Shut the fuck up Bob. Nobody asked you to talk. Anywho, in light of this news I feel that a joke of a more coloured palette irregular of my usual comedic relief is in order. So...
Half-casts. Half-casts of what you might ask. That's the million dollar question. If you can prove that baby is the father's you say it is, you win. You just don't win alimony.
