A little boy walks into a liquor store, and tells the owner he wants to buy a bottle of vodka. Naturally, the owner won't sell to him, as he's underage.
"It's not for me," the boy explains, "It's for my dad. He uses it as a laxative."
"Oh," the owner replies, "I guess it's OK then." And he sells the boy a bottle of vodka.
Hours later, as the owner is locking up the store for the night, he sees the same kid, staggering around, drunk as hell, with the bottle three-quarters empty.
He grabs the kid, starts shaking him furiously, and says, "You told me that vodka was a laxative for your father!"
"It is," the kid slurs, "When he sees me, he'll shit!"
Sometimes life is altered.
Break from the ropes your hands are tied.
Uneasy with confrontation.
Won't turn out right. Can't turn out right