My dog is really smart.
I asked him, “What’s two minus two?”
He said nothing.
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My dog is really smart.
I asked him, “What’s two minus two?”
He said nothing.
I hate spelling errors.
You mix up two letters and your whole post is urined.
I bet if an eagle’s daughter ever flew off with a buzzard, the eagle would react nobly and think, “Well, at least she’ll never be hungry.”
I’ve been saving up all my picked-off scabs in little bags, just in case the local blood bank needs some Folgers crystals.
I’ll bet when Alice and Sam the Butcher did it, they’d both hang lots of meat euphemisms, like “slipping her the sausage.”
Forgot to take my kid to school this morning, in case you’re wondering how nice that woman’s tits were last night.
Why was six afraid of seven?
Seven was black.
So sad news, my girlfriend broke up with me for having a small penis.
It’s OK… I was never really that into her.
When I was a kid, bedtime was 9:30 p.m. I couldn’t wait to be a grown-up so I could go to bed anytime I wanted.
Turns out that is 9:30 p.m.
I had to break up with my neurosurgeon girlfriend. She was messing with my head.
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