What's so fuckin' funny?? Life, life's a fuckin' riot!
I only have two brain cells: Arthur and Martha. Arthur is riddled with acute OCD and hangs around in parks with a savaloy under his rain coat, flashing it randomly, especially at old ladies (blue rinses or tight curly perms a big plus.) Whilst Martha is a large breasted hermaphrodite suffering a Borderline Personality Disorder that causes her to rub eggs all over her body until she's scrambled them to orgasm. Arthur and Martha have a love/hate relationship bless them, Freud would have a field day. Like I said, it's a riot! Still, it takes allsorts.. "Shall I call security!!??"
Nothing is the truth, it is all made up..
And always act like nothing happened