Now that food has replaced sex in my life, I can’t even get into my own pants.
Marriage changes passion. Suddenly you’re in bed with a relative.
I saw a woman wearing a sweat shirt with “Guess” on it. So I said “Implants?” She hit me.
I don’t do drugs. I get the same effect just standing up fast.
I live in my own little world. But it’s OK. They know me here.
I got a sweater for Christmas. I really wanted a screamer or a moaner.
If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?
I don’t approve of political jokes. I’ve seen too many of them get elected.
There are two sides to every divorce: Yours and shithead’s.
I love being married. It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.
Everyday I beat my own previous record for number of consecutive days I’ve stayed alive.
Isn’t having a smoking section in a restaurant like having a peeing section in a swimming pool?
Why is it that most nudists are people you don’t want to see naked?
1 comment:
Hey, I see you got the blogroll going. Nice work! That clock is cool too! I added a "Houston Blogs" section to my site too - but yours is the only one listed there so far.
Thanks for linking me.
Citizen Z
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