Yesterday I tried that new laxative that contains goose feathers.
Today I'm feeling down in the dumps.
Yesterday I tried that new laxative that contains goose feathers.
Today I'm feeling down in the dumps.
The police just pulled me over and said, "Papers?"
I said, "Scissors, I win!" and drove off.
I think he wants a rematch because he's been chasing me ever since.
Why is it that when archaeologists find human remains . . .
. . . they're either male or female, but none of the other 700 genders?
Harry went to his doctor on Thursday to review his test results.
The Doctor told him that he has both good news and bad news.
"The good news is you have 48 hours to live," he said to Harry.
"The bad news is I should have told you on Tuesday."
My Grandma always used to say, "An apple a day keeps the doctor away."
I don't know if that's true, or just one of Granny's myths.
The perfect crime would be murdering Where's Wally, because the police would never find the body.
It's another hot day so I've taken all my clothes off and opened all the windows.
I feel so much better; although the other people on the bus don't seem too pleased.