I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my Order first. "I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please." He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"" "Nah, she can order for herself." And then the fight started...
My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming Anniversary. She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 In about 3 seconds.' I bought her a scale. And then the fight started........
RE: No Please
Yeah Ive smacked them in the chops a few times.Locked them in my cellar.
Dished out a few black eyes.
Left my foot up a few asses.
Apart from that not really. ....