I ate a radish in Reno, . . .
Pull out, Harv! You’ve hit an artery!
(Thanks, Larson)
Steve would chuckle.
There is. But you have to contact The Department of Redundancy Dept.
Actually, the horn blows at midnight, Jack.
A crotch is where he keeps his car.
A restaurant with that kind of pricing might be almost affordable.
Right. And you only need a parachute if you want to skydive more than once.
I wonder how far that thing squirts.
When my wife got to 40 I threatened to trade her in on two 20’s. But found I wasn’t wired for 220.
I ate a radish in Reno, . . .