Me an’ the ol’ lady took a cruise to the Persian Gulf, but it poured the whole time—bah, rain!
Me an’ my son went to Africa, but Chad didn’t go to the Nile.
Me an’ my other son went to Europe, an’ den Mark saw the Little Mermaid.
I was in the Nile at the time. So I ran.
I’m havana Cuban sandwich.
I would like to go to the Netherlands one day. Wooden shoe?
I was shooting pool with a Middle Eastern buddy. He told me, “I rack.”
Well do I remember that occasion. I was embarrassed, as I almost saw a Gaza strip.
You sure it wasn’t Turkey and she was dressing?
Maybe she was trying to Sweden the pot.
I love those Scandinavian muffins, they’re so tasty but with no artificial Swedeners added.
Me an’ the ol’ lady 'ired a guide in North East Africa, but 'e gypped us.
Me an’ the ol’ lady were in American Samoa an’ wanted to visit an island ‘tween there an’ Vanuatu, but there was an extra charge. Dora said, “A fee? Gee, guess we can’t go.”
“Oh, well” sez Dora. “Bali up to bar boys.”
Immigration to Scandinavia is Oslo process, but there’s Norway around it.
Me an’ my daughter went to South America where she met this guy. Anna said 'is name was Jim Jones.
Argentina getting fat?
If so, it might help when one is getting Chile.
Chili is too hot for me.
Well, I gotta do it, sorry:
Chili today
Hot tamale