Amongst all the dirty and racist jokes I heard tonight, finally: a great one.

This Texas girl is on a plane. She turns to the couple sitting next to her and asks, “So, where are y’all from?”
The couple responds, “Some place where we don’t end sentences with prepositions.”
The girl sits for a second, then says, “Okay, so, where are y’all from, bitch?”

A fig’ing good time was had by all.

In related news, people are such bitches. It’s hard for me to retain my composure when I take a shrimp cocktail to my table and the man responds with, “Bring me some ketchup.” I stared at him, then at the bottle of ketchup already on his table. He glanced over. “Oh, okay. Nevermind.”

Yeah. ’s what I thought. Who eats ketchup on shrimp anyway? Texans, apparently.

Peace, love, and ketchup when you need it.