How many men does it take to change a light bulb?
Four — one to actually change it and three friends to brag to about how he screwed it.
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How many men does it take to change a light bulb?
Four — one to actually change it and three friends to brag to about how he screwed it.
If zombies survived by eating genitalia instead of brains, I’ll bet there would be more than a few living guys who, when faced with an imminent attack, would consider it, then say, “What the hell…”
If I wrote Star Trek, the Prime Directive would be “Face down, ass up.” Maybe that’s why I don’t do well with Trekkers.
I love it when you say things at work that can sound dirty, like “When do you get off?” or “Hey, wanna fuck me on the copier?”
Three tons of hair was stolen from a wig factory.
Police are combing the area.
I said to my wife, “They say that childbirth is the most painful thing someone can experience…”
“Now, maybe I was too young to remember, but I didn’t think it hurt that much.”
Last week I took the kids to a children’s zoo.
Last night they escaped and came back home.
I finally worked up the courage to ask my blind coworker if she was currently seeing anyone.
She said, “No, but I have a boyfriend.”
I understand. You’re making a bullshit argument because over there in bullshit land, the bullshit trees only produce bullshit fruit.
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