Out To Lunch
Sign on the whorehouse door: Out to lunch. Beat it.
Sign on the whorehouse door: Out to lunch. Beat it.
Toilet seat falls on kid's dick, runs to mom: Kiss it, make it better.
Mom: Every day more like your dad.
Did you hear about the junkie that was addicted to brake fluid?
He said he could stop anytime.
My wife and I went to counseling to improve our marriage. While attending one session dealing with communication, the counselor instructed: "It is essential that husbands and wives know the things that are important to each other."
Looking at me she said: "Can you describe your wife's favorite flower?"
I looked over, touched my wife's arm gently and whispered, "It's Pillsbury, isn't it?"
And that's when the fight started...