Behind every fortune is a fat slob in a filthy
t-shirt who thought of it first, wrote the idea down on a cocktail napkin,
wiped his nose with it after his eighth beer, then later in that epic Monday
night out on the town mistook the napkin for a one dollar bill and put it in
the G-string of a stripper. Life is sometimes cruel but the natural selection
process does a great job of weeding out the chumps.
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