How does a blonde hold her liquor?
By the ears.
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How does a blonde hold her liquor?
By the ears.
I rubbed a magnet on my genitals once. My left nut became positive, my right nut negative, and my johnson pointed to true north.
Last night, my girlfriend told me that I’m her “number one.” That’s just great: Not only does she see another man, but I’m more numb than he is.
A guy came to the doctor, asking if he could help get a golf ball out of his ass.
“I don’t think I can. It’s up a fairway.”
I don’t see the appeal to mind-blowing sex. During sex, it’s not my mind that I want blown.
Did you hear the Vatican is releasing an online payment system to absolve you of your sins?
They’re calling it PaPal.
My wife complained that I don’t treat her like I did when we were dating.
So I took her to dinner and dropper her off at her parent’s house.
The song says you can’t hurry love, yet my boyfriend manages to cum in less than 60 seconds every damn time.
A morgue worker died today.
But he’ll be back at work tomorrow.
If I were a carpenter and you were my lady, would you then be less put off by my “Hey, baby, check out my awesome wood!” comment?
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