I trained my dog to be a blacksmith.
He made a bolt for the door.
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I trained my dog to be a blacksmith.
He made a bolt for the door.
A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm.
He says to the bartender, “Two beers please. One for me, and one for the road.”
I’m hoping that when I finally meet my Great Reward, my obituary will say, “He died doing what he loved: coming up with filthy Ruminations on the shitter.”
I sometimes fool my neighbours into thinking I’m good in bed by hiding my girlfriend’s inhaler. They can hear her out of breath shouting “give it to me, just fucking give it to me, pleeeeease give it to me”.
Common sense is like deodorant… the people who need it most never use it.
Did you hear that the CEO of Ikea was just elected president of Sweden?
He is still assembling his cabinet.
I guess it’s my fault; I kept telling my girlfriend I wanted to see her get nasty and sweaty with another woman. But hair-pulling on “Jerry Springer” wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.
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