Madonna and Guy Ritchie went out to dinner last night, in an apparent last ditch attempt at salvaging their marriage. I wonder how that went?
Ritchie: "So, what's this I hear about a baseball player?"
Madonna: "How would you like me to shit in your mouth?"
Ritchie: "Stop trying to change the subject."
Madonna: "Or maybe we could hire an Indonesian hooker and play rubber plantation boss. You always love that one..."
Ritchie: "You can't distract me. I want to know about the baseball player..."
Madonna: "Oh, we could have him over too. We could take turns playing with your balls. Or I could dress up like the Virgin Mary and let you shove your head in my twat."
Ritchie: "You're the only one who likes that one."
