Only really works if you can actually count, Joe.

15  2019-08-01 by Vawsh

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How did he live before his brother hit the lotto? I don't understand how he fed himself

Grass grazing don’t cost a thang

Oh god. Everyone in his life must mock him endlessly.

"Oh great. The fucking mongoloid is here. I wonder how much the stupid cunt needs this ti-OH HEY JOE!"

"Oh wow, man. A solo gig at a Chili's in Patchogue for $50 and COMP'D potato wedges? That's great, congrats. Yeah, I've just started training a new assistant controller to take over for me when I retire next year. I figure, I'm gonna be 55, still a lot of life to live."

He still fucked it up. Seems everything he does, he manages to screw it up.

Maybe this is why he attempts so, so little, and always has.

It’s actually 32 words. Joe Dunce can’t even get his stupid fucking joke right.

I hope Layla hides all knowledge of any homework from him. If he starts helping out with it she's fucking doomed.

"Layla, can you explain to me why your essay has a list of food & beverages written on the back of it? And also some strange names all beginning with 'r/'? On a positive note I can see you clearly know the word subpoena now, judging by the amount of times you wrote it on here as well..."

Joe's proudly explained how he's home-schooling her and how she's so much smarterer as a result.

Her first pole-dancing gig will be at 12:01am on her birthday.

She already dances for Uncle AntH in his basement and has been COMP'D an ipad.

You just know he moves his mouth when he counts too.