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.
If I wrote Star Trek, the Prime Directive would be “Face down, ass up.” Maybe that’s why I don’t do well with Trekkers.
In bed with a priest, a nun said, “Father, I never expected you’d have such a small organ.”
He replied, “Why, Sister… I never expected to be playing in such a large cathedral.”
I don’t know if “Topless Webcamming” can be considered a skill, but what the fuck, it’s going on the resume.
Last week I took the kids to a children’s zoo.
Last night they escaped and came back home.
I told a joke on a Zoom meeting and no one laughed.
It turns out I’m not remotely funny.
How can you tell Mike Tyson does not like religion?
Because he punches everyone on their faith.
The cop said I blew a 08, but *I* think it was a 10.
Nothing takes the sexy out of a fresh set of bed sheets faster than a schmear of butt-mustard left behind by the cat.
Blood donation centers ask way too many questions:
“Where’d you get it?”
“Whose blood is it?”
“Why is it in a bucket?”
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