I like bananas a bunch

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?