Timing!
OMG, I was just thinking of this joke earlier today.
She tried to read the waffle iron.
Paint his toenails red!
“Well, how about a little head?”
“But this one’s eating my popcorn!”
Rectum? Damn near killed him!
How many’s a Brazillian?
you missed the Fucking putt, didn’t you Sister?
“One’s a big unit, the other one’s a Randy Johnson.”
I’m sorry, sir. I was on the wrong side of the bar.
“I don’t know about the other two, but the one in the middle looks like Willie Nelson.”
And the bishop put his feet up on the table and said, “You motherfuckers are all right.”
“No, it’s a Twinkie, but I like the way you’re thinking!”
“Hey, where’s my creme doughnut?”
WHAM!
“I want two more of these!”
“Santa, where do you want me to put this tree?”
You serve a drink named Steve??
…I’m not gargling AFTER she sticks her ass in that fount!
Those aren’t bouys!
Nah, if the first six shots didn’t kill the taste, one more won’t help.
Third, you gotta give me a few days to come up with $500.
Goes home.
I can’t peanut butter my cock up your ass.