What do you call a really bad perfume? odourless
Because their knee grows. Because the bottles say "Apply liberally" And a chair. And a table. And a wall. SOLD OUT A hash blame game. He just wanted to get off. He says "uno, dos..." then disappears without a tres. Because the chicken is a sirloin, and the sirloin is a sturgeon. I'm a florist, and I'd like to get some flowers for our wedding. Would you be having any?
Well I'll be dammed They both take a load in the back He was a real asshole Insurance companies won't pay for "Acts of God" claims on the church lawn. ...and the barman says "What is this, some kinda joke?" Or is that just what you call a cat with a disc problem? I don't know why they're slapping me for it. Because nobody wants to do me, and it's in my jeans. It was a bit of a let down.
I'm just hoping my parents like it better than the last time they did it. It was a bit of a let down. But I'm clean now. I think they're just trying to pull a fast one. I'm just going to ask my wife and see if she can mow the lawn. It was just a test. Since they are such a tight bunch, they're nicknamed "Cock-a-doodle-do" I love ghosting. The left ear...the right ear...and the final frontier.
The doctor asks her what's wrong. She says that she's experiencing pain in her vagina and she wants to know what's going on. The doctor says that she should take a pill, and while doing that, the doctor tells her to put it in the morning for two days. The woman asks how this is going to help. The doctor tells her "I know you're not supposed to take a pill in the morning, but if you have pain, you probably have sex." You're still alive I don't do that shit anymore On the dark side Why are you shaking? She's gonna eat me! I'm the only one who can say he is a Jihadi! I'm the only one who can say he is a Jihadi! I'm a dead ringer for the boyfriend of bitch To get a better grip on their broomsticks.
But I'm afraid they might be right. I'm the only one who can say he is a Jihadi! I'm the only one who can say he is a Jihadi! ...and says "I'll have a martinus please." The bartender responds, "don't you mean a martini?" The Roman replies, "I thought you asked for a double!" It's a bitch. ....and a fence. I always thought it was just a cavity search. Gone with the wind ...so I gave it a little stroke and let it sit for a while.