"Her: “I think the law that requires you to wear a seatbelt is sooooo stupid. My body, my choice.”
Me: “Well what about your five-year-old son? You wouldn’t want to hurt him if he was riding with you, right?”
Her: (shrugs) “When it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go.”
Me: “Really? That’s how you feel about that? I mean...why even look before crossing the street, if ‘When it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go’?”
Her: “Actually, I usually don’t look when I cross the street.” "
You're a sick bastard. I like that.
Both from the same person.
Well, that explains the weed, prostitutes, and raw herring street snacks...
How do you explain stroopwafel then? They came from heaven.
"You can always trust the government".