You'd think she'd have learned her lesson about close contact with black people.
Shit I forgot the comma.
Hell of a way to find out he was a cannibal.
"Ok, well take off your pants." he replied.
After feeling my bollocks for a few minutes he said, "Where's the lump then?"
"Under my armpit." I replied, "I was in my living room at the time."
One of the perks working in a slaughterhouse.
Unless you're a Muslim of course, then you need to put yours forward a couple of centuries.
At feeding time I made up a bottle for her. She drank far too much, then burped, threw up and fell asleep.
Now I see the resemblance.
I don't understand why Muslims hate pigs, when they have so much in common.
He's been in my room again.