I just got back from the annual Condiment Convention.
It was nice to ketchup with old friends again.
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I just got back from the annual Condiment Convention.
It was nice to ketchup with old friends again.
I woke up this morning and I felt so bad that I tried to kill myself by taking a thousand aspirin.
But after the first two, I felt better.
What did Adolf Hitler do when he spilled his lemonade all over the table?
He wiped off the “Juice.”
My wife walked in on me watching Internet porn so I quickly switched to a YouTube video on tennis.
As she left the room she said, “Turn it back to the porn, you already know how to play tennis.”
I was out to dinner and the waitress asked, “How did you find your steak, sir?”
I told her, “I just looked next to the potatoes and there it was.”
The sweater my wife gave me was picking up static electricity, so I went to the store to change it.
They gave me another one, free of charge.
While the police are wrongly referring to it as an aborted attempt to rob a convenience store, I couldn’t be prouder that I finally came out of the closet with my pantyhose fetish.
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