Cancer showed up at the door one day.
"Your boy, lymph node, said I could move in. So I'm movin' in."
To which I replied, "F-you, squatter!"
This is about the eviction process.
Rarer than holy water, my friend.
How the hell did you make Chuck Norris cry?
Who knew that Chuck Norris' tears were the same consistency as hand sanitizer?
Use them things sparingly pal!