Out To Lunch
Sign on the whorehouse door: Out to lunch. Beat it.
Sign on the whorehouse door: Out to lunch. Beat it.
My girlfriend's dad asked me what I do.
Apparently, "your daughter" wasn't the right answer.
A dog walks into a bar and hops up on a stool. He looks the bartender in the eye and says, "Hey, guess what? I can talk. Have you ever seen a talking dog before? How about a drink?"
The bartender thinks for a moment and says, "Sure, the toilet's right around the corner."
Last night I smiled at my wife and asked: "Honey, will you do something with your mouth that all men love?" She smiled back coyly and said: "And what is that, darling?"
I said: "Close it!"
And that's when the fight started...