I used to run a dating service for chickens but I had to shut it down.
I struggled to make hens meet.
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I used to run a dating service for chickens but I had to shut it down.
I struggled to make hens meet.
Stephen King has a son named Joe.
I’m not joking, but he is.
I cried because I had no penis, until I met a woman who had no vagina. And we lived happily ever after in her Malibu Dream House.
Ford should make a coupe and call it the Oar.
It’d be a Ford Oar two-door.
Why don’t blondes like to breastfeed their children?
Because it hurts when they boil their nipples.
What’s the difference between Jesus and a frame of Jesus?
You can hang the frame with only one nail.
I cried because I didn’t have Jilly G’s tits. Then I met a man who did, and I thought, “At least my hands are free to write a Rumination about Jilly G’s tits.”
Silly me. I assumed my girlfriend’s nickname of “Thunder Thighs” had something to do with their size — until I heard the rumbling noises that often emanate from near the tops of them.
If you’re casually walking around carrying a sack of your dog’s shit, the dog won.
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