I was working late last night when I received this text from my wife:
'Thespacebuttonisfaultyonthisphone.
Whenyougethomepleasegivemeanalternative.'
As I eagerly rushed home, I couldn't help but wonder...
What the hell does 'ternative' mean?
After shagging a fat chick whilst I was drunk the next morning I said to her, "Here, if you want to see me again, call this number."
"Awww, men don't usually give me their numbers," she responded.
I said, "It's not mine. It's Weight Watchers."