I ordered a draft in a bar. The barman proceeded to open a window.
I opened a bar for men with erectile dysfunction. It was a total flop. Nobody came.
Well, there’s gotta be something for what ales them.
I wonder if they’re just accepting the bitters truth.
If not, then they’re going to be at lagerheads.
Perhaps you need to serve harder cocktails.
Or try to get them used to taking their drinks straight up.
A stiff one does come in handy.
A friend of mine came up with an idea to manually stimulate famous scientists, artists, and scholars to collect their sperm. That was a stroke of genius.
I’d say it was a stroke of genius penius.
I applied to be a sperm donor, and the nurse asked if I could masturbate in the cup. Told her i was pretty good but did not think i was ready to compete in a tournament yet.
I firmly believe we would have been the champenis, my friends.
Yeah but imagine how deflated the people who lose feel.
That would be a hard loss.
All the more boner fides to the victors.
There was a shipment of Viagra stolen. Police are looking for a gang of hardened criminals.
So I guess they’re not stand-up guys? Or are they?
Dick is short for Richard. But that’s probably just genetics.
Peter is formal for Pete. He puts a little tuxedo on it.
My first name is Jon, which is short for Jooooooooooooooooon.