I tried to log on to my computer this morning but it wouldn’t let me in.
I shouted to my wife, “Babe, have you changed the password on the PC?”
“Yes honey.”
“What is it?”
“It’s the date of our anniversary.”
Bitch.
That beautiful smell when you put a thick juicy piece of steak onto a barbecue. I wonder if vegans get the same feeling when they are cutting the grass?