Him: I saw you walking your dogs yesterday.
Her: They’re not my dogs, they’re my sister’s.
Him: Your sisters sure are ugly.
Him: I saw you walking your dogs yesterday.
Her: They’re not my dogs, they’re my sister’s.
Him: Your sisters sure are ugly.
I was recently diagnosed with attention something something.
A dog walks into a butcher shop and the butcher asks, “What do you want?”
The dog points to steak in a glass case.
“How many pounds?” asks the butcher.
The dog barks twice.
“Anything else?”
The dog points to some pork chops and barks four times.
So, the butcher wraps up a two-pound steak and four pork chops, and places the bag in the dog’s mouth. He then takes money from a purse tied around the dog’s neck, and sees him out.
A customer, who has been watching in amazement, follows the dog to a house several streets away, where it rings the doorbell to be let in. As the owner appears at the door, the customer says, “What a remarkable dog!”
“Remarkable?” snorts the owner. “This is the second time this week he’s forgotten his keys.”
I find it really embarrassing when guests visit my house and my dog sniffs their crotch.
Especially as he's a chihuahua and I have to lift him up.
My friend and I watched five films on Netflix back-to-back.
Luckily, I was the one facing the tv.
I bought a mail order bride but I was out when she was delivered so now she’s married to the bloke next door.
I’ve just been to a restaurant where they served roast pelican . . .
. . . it was very tasty, but the bill was enormous!
If trees produced Wi-Fi we'd be planting them everywhere.
It's a shame they only produce oxygen and store carbon.
From The Bent Pinky by Scott Metzger
I have 11 New Year Resolutions...
1) Never make resolutions
2) Accept that life contains paradoxes
3) Use the binary number system more often
My wife bought me a bread making machine for Christmas.
So far, I've made a baguette, a bloomer and a tiger loaf.
I'm on a roll now.
When I was in the pub, I overheard someone saying that they wouldn't feel safe on an aircraft if they knew the pilot was a woman.
I silently farted in bed last night and slowly lifted up the duvet.
After a few seconds my wife shouted, "What is up with you, that really stinks!"
It must have been pretty bad; she was downstairs at the time!
So, the Movember Moustache was finally shaved off this morning.
I'm so happy . . . my wife was starting to look like Tom Selleck.