We'd all be enjoying this Sunday far more if we were drinking schnapps.
That's why schnapps was invented:
Sundays.
And for removing panties, supposedly.
I know that comics do a lot of comedy that contrasts men and women.
Sure it's cliched, but there's so much to draw from.
For example, women have breasts and vaginas.
Men have communication issues.
I mailed a piece of paper to a woman this week.
It said the following:
Hi. Err...hello.
Ahem.
Do you like me?
Please circle one:
YES NO
AS A FRIEND
I'm an idiot.
But I'm adorable.
Anyway, that's all I've got.
I feel as though I'm writing from Siberia today.
It might be the beers I had last night.
It might be the pre-Super Bowl jitters.
You know how I get those.
It might be due to how long it has been since I've been in a hottub.
Either way.
I'm gonna stare at the sun.
'Til it goes down.
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