Why does a dog lick himself?
He can't make a fist.
The angry wife met her husband at the door. There was alcohol on his breath and lipstick on his collar. "I assume," she snarled, "that there is a very good reason for you to come waltzing in here at five o'clock in the morning?"
"There is," he replied. "Breakfast."
And that's when the fight started...
Why did the woman cross the road?
Never mind that, what the fuck is she doing out of the kitchen?
Sex is like a bank account.
First you put it in. Once you take it out you lose interest.
