On the way to the chair, the poor father was standing and crying: “Oh, my son! My son! Where have I failed you?” And the son said, “Come here father. I want to whisper something to you.” The old man leaned to the son to listen and the son bit his ear off. I’m going to jail tomorrow because you spoiled me.
I love you,
A little HyperVentilation on Daniel Tosh and rape jokes.