I was datin’ this girl from Eaton.
Or maybe it was the other way around and she was from Dayton.
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I was datin’ this girl from Eaton.
Or maybe it was the other way around and she was from Dayton.
Garage sales: nature’s way of saying, “Here, let me pay you to throw this out for me.”
The cool thing about having multiple personality disorder is that you get to write a shitload of autobiographies!
Everything was fine until the crabs arrived.
That’s when things started to go sideways.
I keep asking my personal waxer if he’d ever consider going out with me, but he just keeps giving me lip service.
I was so bored that I memorized six pages of the dictionary, and I learned next to nothing.
I guess it’s my fault; I kept telling my girlfriend I wanted to see her get nasty and sweaty with another woman. But hair-pulling on “Jerry Springer” wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.
Another friend recently quit his job to pursue a career to be a mime.
I haven’t heard from him since.
While the Super Bowl has about seventy thousand attendees each year, the hyperbole has at least a bajillion.
“There’s a one letter difference between ‘heroes’ and ‘herpes,’ so choose wisely, kids.” Why I’m not allowed to speak at schools anymore.
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