Just been told by my psychiatrist that i’m bipolar. Don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
When I was younger a double jab was a boxing move and going shopping in a mask was something you did during armed robbery.
After years of working hard and many late nights I’ve finally become a PhD… or Pizza Hut Deliveryman as some people like to call it.
Worst advice I ever got as a kid was “Eat all your food so you grow big and strong”. After years of over-eating I’m now a fat cunt.
After a year of being really ill and having multiple hospital trips the doctor finally gave me some good news. I’m going to have a disease named after me.
If god didn’t want women to do all the cooking then why did he put milk and eggs inside them?