“Earlier today, I told two Fine, Southern Gentleman….that in my earlier days (much earlier) there were hair products named: GEE, YOUR HAIR SMELLS TERRIFIC. They ignored me, as if….perhaps, I had consumed too much Muscadine Wine.
Here you go, boys! No handsome fella ever pushed me on a rope swing, but I loved this shampoo. It came in somewhere between Breck and Prell in my young life.
Joe Biden may need to place a lawsuit against this company for enabling his Hair Sniffing Syndrome.
A teacher asks the kids in her 5th grade class: “What do you want to be when you grow up?
“Little Larry says: “I wanna start out as a Fighter Pilot, then be a billionaire, go to the most expensive clubs, find me the finest whore, give her a Ferrari worth over a million bucks, an apartment in Copacabana, a mansion in Paris, a jet to travel throughout Europe, an Infinite Visa Card, and all the while… banging her like a loose screen door in a hurricane.”
The teacher, shocked and not knowing what to do with this horrible response from little Larry, decides not to acknowledge what he said and simply continue with the lesson.
“And how about you, Sarah?”
“I wanna be Larry’s whore.”