I went to the paint store to get thinner.
It didn’t work.
I went to the paint store to get thinner.
It didn’t work.
The label says the expiry date is June 2024.
I’m so glad they dug it up just in time.
“What do we want?”
“Hearing aids!”
“When do we want it?”
“Hearing aids!”
You oughtta man!
He was forced to resort to excessive violins.
You forget names.
Then you forget faces.
Next, you forget to zip up.
And finally, you forget to zip down.
Final stage: you get zipped up.
Shutterbug: First we’ll shoot you, then we’ll blow you up,then you can go home and hang yourself.
Martha: Didn’t you lend him your rake?
George: Yes, but he just came back for mower.
Buyer: Then what do y’all walk on?
Selma: Ha! No whey!
Psychiatrist: I’m glad to hear you’re feeling better.
Patient: I sure am, Doc. Just feel my nose!
…but that I shouldn’t worry about it.
Sad part is that she indicated that she would visit him every single day.
…is that 1000 islands could all agree on a single salad dressing.
My doctor cut me a great deal.
Because he is rizzin’!
What’s white and streaks across the sky?
The coming of the Lord.
Expensive petroleum!
The first day I taught them everything beginning with A.
The second day I taught them everything beginning with B.
D Day was a bit tricky.
The licker cabinet.
Instant Greta-fication.
Reposted.
A musical version of Titanic is in the works; yeah, that should go down well.
Ouch! Bad pun.
And now I have that song stuck in my head.
Oh, it was sad (so sad)
Oh, it was sad (too bad)
Oh it was sad when the gre-at ship went down (to the bo-ot-tom). . .
There was actually a Titanic musical. I saw it, and it wasn’t very good.
The song in my head is one that I heard at camp and never learned all of the words to. It was irreverent.
I looked pretty good until I hit the ice.
That ship has sailed a long time ago.
They deployed the swat team.
Dad: “Twerking hard or hardly twerking?”
a figure of speech) in which the latter part of a sentence, phrase, or larger discourse is surprising or unexpected in a way that causes the reader or listener to reframe or reinterpret the first part. It is frequently used for humorous or dramatic effect, sometimes producing ananticlimax
Where there’s a will, I want to be in it.
The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it’s still on my list.
Since light travels faster than sound, some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
If I agreed with you, we’d both be wrong.
We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.
War does not determine who is right - only who is left.
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research.
I didn’t say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you.
In filling out an application, where it says, ‘In case of emergency, Notify:’ I put ‘DOCTOR’.
Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy.
You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice.
I used to be indecisive. Now I’m not so sure.
To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target.
Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
You’re never too old to learn something stupid.
Philosophy is wondering if ketchup is a smoothie.
…but as a very effective way to cut down expenses.
He told me to wear a brown necktie.
I’ve been on Slim-Fast, yeah. For breakfast you have a shake. For lunch, you have a shake. For dinner you kill anyone with food on their plate.
Whenever I fill out an application for a credit card, under marital status, I write
“pre-owned.”
We can’t decide whether to ruin our carpet or ruin our lives.
If I had been told as a kid in the 1960s that robots would call my house several time a day, I would have thought it was ‘really neat’.
Now that robots ARE calling my house several times a day, I find it really annoying.
Me: “I’m addicted to buying old Beatles records.”
Friend: “Sounds like you need help.”
Me: “No, I already have that one.”
“A I ?”
“A I .”
“Oh.”
He sure kept that quiet.
I think I’m down a quartz.
He came back with his shirt ironed and holding a sandwich.
So I poisoned his cookies. But the sneaky bastard found out and killed my dad.
Yeah, Santa’s a bastard. You don’t want to know what I saw him doing with my mom once.
Between the two of you, are you sure it’s Santa who’s the bastard?
Well, it’s not like I was trying to spy on them-- they were doing it right underneath the mistletoe.
Did she say it was because of menopause?