I always hated having red hair as a kid.
Once that bridge of trust had burnt down, all he could think about was pissing on its ashes.
Let’s be honest, we have all lied at some point in our lives.
What’s your number? The double entendre I fear the most.
How do you know when a politician is lying? Their lips are moving. I’ve heard this joke more times than I can count.
Here’s hoping that one day their innocent love will break down the institutions that bind them.
At first I thought she might have been on her period but quickly realised what had actually happened – my fabled banjo string had snapped!