„My girl, Ginger, is going to die of syphilis,“ mumbles an angrybiker to one of his buddies. „No,“ says the friend, „people don’t die of syphilis anymore.“ The angry biker replies, „They do when they give it to me!“
„My girl, Ginger, is going to die of syphilis,“ mumbles an angrybiker to one of his buddies. „No,“ says the friend, „people don’t die of syphilis anymore.“ The angry biker replies, „They do when they give it to me!“