A lay in the hay
Afterwards, lying back in bed, puffing away on cigarettes*, the egg and the chicken snuggled closer.
"Well, darling", the chick said, "We've finally got that sorted out."
*I almost said fags, but for the sensibilities of non-British listeners, decided not to. Instead I told a joke about bestial, possibly incestuous sex.
"Well, darling", the chick said, "We've finally got that sorted out."
*I almost said fags, but for the sensibilities of non-British listeners, decided not to. Instead I told a joke about bestial, possibly incestuous sex.
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