Hiking in your 70s is a great way to meet people.
Today I met two paramedics, three nurses, a cardiologist… and nearly met Jesus!
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Hiking in your 70s is a great way to meet people.
Today I met two paramedics, three nurses, a cardiologist… and nearly met Jesus!
I am routinely disgusted upon seeing my wife’s issues of “Fitness” and “Shape” magazines, with scantily attired women adorning the cover. I mean, they *always* find a way to put the damn mailing label on top of the cameltoe!
There’s no “I” in “sperm.” And hopefully after that quick kick to the crotch, there will be no more sperm in “eye.”
I can’t believe how spicy this peppered Italian salami is! I could only get it halfway up my ass before I gave up.
Tonight’s forecast: Overnight highs in the mid 70s with mostly cloudy skies and a 60% chance of me cornholing your sister.
This is the age of knowing what you’re made of. If you’re using Viagra, you should already know that you
I saw a group of kids throwing Scrabble tiles at each other.
It’s all fun and games until someone loses an I.
Turns out that my wife ascribes to a double standard during sex: using “cum” as a verb is acceptable, whereas using it as a noun is not.
Did you hear that the CEO of Ikea was just elected president of Sweden?
He is still assembling his cabinet.
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