Today someone told me I was pejorative. So I called them an aardvark fucker and challeneged them to a game of Russian Scrabble/Roulette. Every time one makes a triple-word score, they take a mercy shot.
Naturally, me being pejorative, they declined, cried, and stole the gun and one bullett I was going to use. Maybe they were right about me being pejorative, but I was right about them being an aardvark fucker.
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