I just got fired from my
job and I'm late on the mortgage, am making payments on a car whose transmission is slipping, have maxed out credit cards I'm never gonna pay off, multiple accounts in collections and I still owe Bob a new grill when I ran it over drunk driving last weekend. I'm fucked nine ways to Sunday.
Cop: Sir, I need you to pop the trunk.
Guy: Got a search warrant?
Cop: Right here.
Guy: I'm fucked nine ways to Sunday...
John: Dude, Brock Lesnar's at the
door waiting for you. Says he'
s real pissed about you slapping him in the back of the head then running off at the bar last
night.
Bob: Oh
shit, THAT'S who that was?
John: ...Dude, you're fucked nine ways to Sunday.