And, then I met whore number fifteen on CRAIGSLIST®... I tell ya, she had a body that would not QUIT!
But, when I got hold of it, it quit, if you know what I mean! Ha, ha... Then, my bitch of an ex-wife, Elin, read my text messages and put an end to the whole shabanging!
What are you looking at?
Those doofus firemen trying to rescue that sand "kite" in his burn-ing car... I'm sure they meant to douse the flames with water, but they poured a bucket of gasoline on him instead.
