“Worst” by whatever measure you like.
Don’t explain the joke, leave it to our imagination.
Be nice, no slurs or bad language.
“Worst” by whatever measure you like.
Don’t explain the joke, leave it to our imagination.
Be nice, no slurs or bad language.
The Pope looks up and says, “You fuckers are my kind of people.”
Sits back, lights a cigarette and says “you know, you cunts are alright”