Word Farts

I shit out the following sentence yesterday while making arrangements for a car to the airport:

"How much would be a car to LaGuardia?"

Whatever the clerk's response was had to be repeated because I couldn't hear him over the sound of my brain farting. In my defense I was nursing one of the worst hangovers I've had in a long time. Still, I should turn myself in for compulsory sterilization. Because clearly I should not be allowed to procreate.

Which reminds me...what do Nazi Germany and the State of California have in common?

They hate gays and castrate retards!