Someone stole my favorite pair of socks.
They were blue with kitties on them.
My mother sent me a letter, it said, “Noah X, for a 1000 dollars will you marry the Bishop’s daughter. She is a good woman. She knows how to cook spaghetti and can out drink a Hell’s Angel.”
So I married her the Bishop’s daughter.
She is ugly with moles and saggy boobs.
Boob!
Saggy Boob!
I knew this dancer, she had big saggy titties, she would bounce them off of men’s heads.
Oh.
How many pain killers, do you think, it would take to kill me?