Some random woman stopped me in the street today and started telling me a joke. It had all the ingredients of a good joke: child abuse; incestual rape; tears and suffering; but I didn't understand the punchline. Something about £2 a month?
What separates humans from the animals?
How do you start a rave in Africa?
Glue toast to the ceiling.
How many Africans does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Six: one to screw it in and five to dance for no fucking reason.
I'm hosting an African-themed party tonight.
There's no food and the drinks are twelve miles away.