'This one is compliments of RrroscoA salesman drove into a small town where a circus was in progress. A sign read: "Don't miss Jock TheAmazing Scotsma...".The salesman bought a ticket and sat down.There, on centre stage, was a table with three walnuts on it. Standing next to it was an old Scotsman.Suddenly the old man lifted his kilt, whipped out a huge willy and smashed all three walnuts with three mighty swings!The crowd erupted in applause as the elderly Scot was carried off on the shoulders. As in that bitch ate my pizza (didn’t have your name on it); that bitch stole money from my wallet (It was raining. I needed money for a taxi); that bitch told my girlfriend that I’d had another woman in my room (my mate’s girlfriend with my mate. We were playing Xbox and eating pizza). This last one had caused trouble; my girlfriend had decided to withhold sexual favours until ‘she was sure’, whatever the fuck that meant.So I was back to bashing the bishop to various vids on PornHub, trapped. Two steps behind the gate counter, dressed in one of his favorite dresses. Something that flowed. Something that drifted. Something that made her look like his bride. Never one of the wash-and-wear sweater sets that made her look like a third grade teacher. When he came home, she was his Tabitha, sexy and loving, not Tabby, the patient and mothering schoolmarm.He'd walk to her. He never pushed through the crowd, but somehow people just seemed to move out of his way, and he'd drop his briefcase. "Why did you make the store disappear?" she roared. Or tried to roar.What came out of her body was a shrill, feminine scream."I didn't know that was what the icon was for...." I TOLD you not to meddle with my things. You want me to turn you into atoad?" Well, it's a good thing I looked into your computer. That man who justwalked out was a customer. I made a sale for you." He told about the manand his girlfriend."What did you sell him?" Number 3827." Hailstones and coals of fire! Why did.