My grandfather was highly decorated in World War Two.
In fact, many people believe it was the tinsel on his helmet that got him shot.
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My grandfather was highly decorated in World War Two.
In fact, many people believe it was the tinsel on his helmet that got him shot.
Today’s lesson: “Right” versus “correct” Wife: “What are you thinking about right now?” RIGHT answer: “Not much. just how much I love you.” CORRECT answer: “How much I love you giving it to Taylor Swift with a Hello Kitty strap-on in a kiddie pool full of tapioca pudding in my fantasies.”
When life gives you lemons, paint them up like hand grenades and hijack a plane to Cuba.
According to that song, the waiting is the hardest part. I’m guessing that’s why they hire fluffers.
Apparently a red light outside a whorehouse doesn’t mean the same thing as at a traffic light. Blue balls seem universal, though.
Two slices of bread got married.
The wedding was amazing, until someone decided to toast the bride and groom.
Carrots are good for your memory.
Get one shoved in your ass and you won’t forget it.
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