My doctor said it’s normal to get an erection during a prostate exam. But I would still prefer it if he didn’t whip it out in the middle of our appointment.
Reminds me of the Japanese-American urologist who lost business every time he tried to tell a patient about elective surgery.
The first night in prison and not sleeping next to my wife, I wrestled uncontrollably with a large and throbbing erection. I just wish it had been mine.
I tried to stay out of prison. But I stumbled and felon.
I’m unsure about the guy who pours my draft beer. Apparently, he’s been behind bars.
An untalented gymnast walks into a bar.
An appeasing Prime Minister balks into a war.
A Balkan Prime Minister pees into a wall.
A Walken mime has a seizure and falls.
He’ll spring back in April.
Daylight Savings Time gave me a back injury. I need to buy a smaller sundial.
Watch out for that injury. You don’t want it to happen a second time.
Especially if you get clocked.
If you do, I hope we don’t hear about it second-hand.
Even though he screamed “Hourch!”, it was a minute injury.
That’ll teach him to buy one of those sundials that are on sale with gnomon-y down.
Happy hour prices can be good bargains.
That’s right, within a shadow of a doubt.
I don’t trust shadows, they seem pretty shady.
But then how will you ever find out what evil lurks in the hearts of men?