As I get older, I remember all the people I lost along the way.
Maybe a career as a tour guide wasn’t the right choice.
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As I get older, I remember all the people I lost along the way.
Maybe a career as a tour guide wasn’t the right choice.
Half of the people you know are below average.
I’ve had a lot of average students.
But none of them have been as mean as the ones I have this year.
A man meets a genie who grants him three wishes, but warns him: whatever he asks for, his ex-wife gets twice as much.
“Well,” says the man, “for my first wish, beat me half to death.”
I’ve decided that cremation is the only way I’m going to get a smoking hot body.
Blood donation centers ask way too many questions:
“Where’d you get it?”
“Whose blood is it?”
“Why is it in a bucket?”
Donate a kidney and you’re a hero.
Donate three and it’s nothing but questions.
I tried to donate a kidney but they kept asking where I got it from…
So when they burn a body at the crematorium, it’s “a respectful farewell to the departed.”
But when I do it, it’s “destroying evidence.”
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