A very loud, unattractive, hard-faced woman walks into The Warehouse
with her two kids in tow, screaming obscenities at them all the way
through the entrance.
The door greeter says, "Good morning and welcome to The Warehouse -
nice children you've got there -- are they twins?"
The fat ugly woman stops screaming long enough to snarl: "Of course
they bloody arent! The oldest, he's 9 and the younger one, she's 7.
Why the hell would you think they're twins?..... Do you really think
they look alike, ya dickead?"
"Absolutely not," replies the greeter, "I just can't believe anyone
would f*ck you twice!"
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