and I do not charge for it....and I guarentee a happy ending....
Question Jack, where does it end?
Example: My son & I stopped for lunch last week at a pizza parlor.
The manager at the parlor…, let’s just say,
He or she has had one too many birds on their
antenna.., anyways, as we were leaving, we saw the manager jolt to their car in a handicapped spot.
My son began chuckling uncontrollably followed by just pointing at the bumper on the vehicle.
There was a bright & colorful bumper sticker installed right in the middle of the bumper,
the bumper sticker read:
“I’m so GAY, I can’t drive straight”
Not a happy ending for me at lunchtime dude.
Jack, I wouldn’t have been able to drive straight either if I had peanut butter legs,
PS—What fired me up man, was WTF does a humans sexuality have to do with his or her driving performance???
Looking to start shit, hmm?
Maybe those frothy peanut butter legs need some
green jelly?
Ya feel me?