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Anteeksi jo etukäteen seuraavasta minificistä, sen kirjoitti sisäinen kolmivuotiaani.
K: When is your sausage gig?
B: You asked me the same thing a couple of days ago, I smell something fishy here.
K: But I forget. When is sausage party?
B: Jere.
K: It’s not my fault you play at cock sausage factory!
B: You know well it’s called “chicken” in English.
K: But “chicken” we eat is male, so it is cock.
B: Feel free to eat all the cock you want, but the show is for a reputable processed meat company.
K: Sausage party at cock factory!
* click *