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Two buddies were BS'ing over some beers one night when one of them said something that would be considered a Freudian slip. He mentioned that he had asked a large-breasted travel agent for "two pickets to Titsburgh."
"I know exactly what you mean!" his buddy said. "Last week at breakfast I meant to say to my wife 'Honey, please pass the milk.' But what came out my mouth instead was 'You fucking bitch, you ruined my life!'"
"I know exactly what you mean!" his buddy said. "Last week at breakfast I meant to say to my wife 'Honey, please pass the milk.' But what came out my mouth instead was 'You fucking bitch, you ruined my life!'"