A horse, a penguin, a priest, a rabbi, a minister, an imam, a pair of strings, (...) walk into a bar.
The bartender says, "What is this, some kind of joke?"
A horse, a penguin, a priest, a rabbi, a minister, an imam, a pair of strings, (...) walk into a bar.
The bartender says, "What is this, some kind of joke?"
Cobra handling and cocaine use are a bad mix.
An American, a Canadian, a Mexican, a Venezuelan, a Vietnamese, a Chinese, a Russian, a [...] walk into a fine restaurant.
The maitre d' says, "Sorry, we can't serve you without a Thai."
Cobra handling and cocaine use are a bad mix.
Roses are red, violets are blue, fuck you!
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
This one doesn't.
Cobra handling and cocaine use are a bad mix.
A young man once tried to make "Yeats"
fit into a couplet with "Keats."
He made his trick stick
for a limerick slick,
with a set of bizarre caveats.
Cobra handling and cocaine use are a bad mix.
My son and I were discussing oscillating fans. I was making points in favor of having is oscillate and my son thought it would be better to have is just blowing straight. so my sister's husband said "you guys are just going back and for about this!"
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