My son: Dad, I’ve lost my dictionary.
Me: Have you looked upstairs?
My son: Dad! I can’t look up anything.
My son: Dad, I’ve lost my dictionary.
Me: Have you looked upstairs?
My son: Dad! I can’t look up anything.
My sex change operation from male to female went really well.
It was so successful, I'm still trying to reverse out of the hospital car park.
"Hello, is that the cricket club?"
"Yes."
"Could I speak to Mike please?"
"I'm sorry, he's in at the moment. I'll get him to call you back when he's out!"
I bought a mail order bride but I was out when she was delivered so now she’s married to the bloke next door.
My Wife and I were recommended to try a sperm donor.
So we did, but neither of us liked it.
Next time we're sticking to our regular kebabs.
This morning my wife called to tell me that she saw a fox on the way to work.
I asked her how she knew it was on its way to work.
She hung up on me.
So, the Movember Moustache was finally shaved off this morning.
I'm so happy . . . my wife was starting to look like Tom Selleck.
A piece of pumpkin pie costs $2.00 in Jamaica and $2.45 in Barbados.
These are the pie rates of the Caribbean.
Ladies, if a guy:
- remembers your birthday
- knows what you enjoy
- saves your pictures
- harvests your data
- keeps your passwords in plain text;
this guy is not your man.
This guy is Mark Zuckerberg.
How do you tell the difference between a bugler and a burglar?
One of them has a bugle.
And the other one is really upset that his bugle's been stolen.
Does anyone know where the Tesco staff Christmas party is being held this year?
I've been using the self-checkout all year so I figured that I'd go along.
I managed to get all my Christmas shopping done this morning.
I hope that everyone likes Halloween costumes.
An Englishman, a Frenchman, a Spaniard and a German are all standing watching a street performer do some excellent juggling.
The juggler notices that the four gentlemen have a very poor view, so he stands up on a large wooden box and calls out, "Can you all see me now?"
"Yes."
"Oui."
"Sí."
"Ja."
I couldn't believe it today when I came home and was told by my wife that my 5-year-old son wasn't actually mine.
She says I need to pay more attention when picking him up from school.