Not that bad, not me, but I LMAO.
Doing physical therapy, I hear this twenty something therapist talking to another.
Just out of school, he lived with his parents yet, and they still held him to
pretty tight standards.
Anyway, he had a hot date planned at his grandmother's cabin in the woods.
Had bought wine, going to cook a nice dinner......romance!
Dropping off his supplies on Wednesday, he saw a skunk. Out comes the 22, he shot it.
If ran under the cabin, died, and pissed itself empty.
He was asking everyone, "how do I get rid of the smell"?
Busting a gut, i ask if he could get to the skunk.
"No"
Now I'm in pain,
"You ain't gittin' rid of the smell, its only gonna' get worse".
