What's the difference between a circus, on the one hand, and a French Chorus Line, on the other hand?
The circus is a cunning array of stunts ...
The circus is a cunning array of stunts ...
mTk's Humor Strikes Again. You've Been Warned!
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What's the difference between an epileptic oyster farmer, on the one hand, and a prostitute with irritable bowel syndrome, on the other hand?
The farmer shucks between fits ...
The farmer shucks between fits ...
I'm going to tell Mary!
She already knows. I test out all my material on her before I regale you guys.
I once tied all my watches together to make a belt.
Then realized it was a waist of time.
Then realized it was a waist of time.
If a plant is sad do other plants photosympathize with it?
Sign on Mexican food truck:
Every taco is hand-rolled with exotic Mexican spices by genuine Mayan virgins.
(Or, Carlos, depending on who's available.)
Every taco is hand-rolled with exotic Mexican spices by genuine Mayan virgins.
(Or, Carlos, depending on who's available.)
Don't you just love it!?
2nd Battalion, 66th Armor Regiment, 2nd Armored Division.
Patton's Own. Hell on Wheels. "Molon labe" indeed.
Patton's Own. Hell on Wheels. "Molon labe" indeed.
Call Belger Cartage, they'll move it.
'Murica!
I wanna be 14 again and ruin my life differently.
I have new ideas.
I have new ideas.
"You ever heard of the movie Constipation?"
"Nope."
"That's because it hasn't come out yet."
"Nope."
"That's because it hasn't come out yet."
Male Writers Writing Female Characters:
"Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats of her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards."
More in chapter two...
"Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats of her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards."
More in chapter two...
Writer's humor . . . . ACK!
Why are graveyards so noisy?
Because of all the coffin!
Because of all the coffin!
