How is a Jewish woman like a Thanksgiving turkey?
Her husband only gets to stuff her once a year.
What do you do when you see your husband staggering in the back yard?
Shoot him again.
My wife and I were talking anatomy. She asked if I agreed that the body is a wonderful, perfect machine. I told her a woman's body has one purpose. She asked what?
I told her life support for her pussy.
And that's when the fight started...