I grilled a chicken for two hours…
Still wouldn’t tell me why it crossed the road.
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I grilled a chicken for two hours…
Still wouldn’t tell me why it crossed the road.
I sure hope Rapunzel’s carpet didn’t match the drapes in length, because she’d never find pants that fit.
I wish I could be a hooker-magician. Then I’d throw a little humor into my act by yelling, “And now for my next trick…” and grabbing some guy by the wand.
My wife yelled from upstairs and asked, “Do you ever get a shooting pain across your body, like someone’s got a voodoo doll of you and they’re stabbing it?”
I replied, “No.”
She responded, “How about now?”
I told my daughter that I saw a deer on the way to work this morning. She asked me, “How do you know it was on its way to work?”
If I masturbated any more, I’d be a teenage boy. A hot, muscled, hard-bodied teenaged boy. Uh, BRB…
The good thing about my job in Staffing is that when I hire people to fuck me, I can ask to re-interview them over and over.
What’s the difference between a prostitute and a lawyer?
A prostitute will stop screwing you after you’re dead.
Did you know that the string section of an orchestra is the most dangerous?
It’s because of all the violins.
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