Jewish Baristas, or as I like to call them…
…or as I like to call it… fancy pants!
For them dirty farmers.
* Wins lottery
* Blows it all on a pack of decent razor blades
Moaning “Oh God” on a Sunday morning is the closest I’ll get to church
I like my whiskey like my marriage….
On the rocks.
Millennials urban dictionary everything… I come from a time when the thesaurus roamed the earth.
Sex so mediocre, she makes you a blandwich…
One of the few joys in my life is when my kids step on their own Lego.
Him: Toast me some bread please?
Me *raising wine glass
Here’s to bread!