I inherited an EpiPen from my grandfather. He wanted me to get it. That was his dying wish.
Weird, I know, I’m not even allergic.
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I inherited an EpiPen from my grandfather. He wanted me to get it. That was his dying wish.
Weird, I know, I’m not even allergic.
I hope I go peacefully in my sleep like my grandpa. Instead of screaming like his passengers!
What’s the difference between a lawyer and a catfish?
One is a lowdown scum sucker, and the other is a fish.
What do you have when you have a lawyer buried up to his neck in sand?
Not enough sand.
What’s worse than ants in your pants?
Uncles.
What do police hotlines and glory holes have in common?
Both rely on anonymous tips.
I don’t trust stairs.
They’re always up to something.
A lawyer’s favorite exercise is stretching one sentence into six billable pages.
How do you make a dead baby float?
One can of root beer, one scoop of vanilla, and two scoops of dead baby.