I need help committing su …
I need help committing suicide. Does anyone have some experience?
Continue ReadingI need help committing suicide. Does anyone have some experience?
Continue ReadingI think I’ve had enough of my girlfriend. At least there is enough left for sandwiches tomorrow.
Continue ReadingI have always struggled to write one-liners, especially on narrow paper.
Continue ReadingI’ve just bought a set of knuckledusters. My knuckles have never been cleaner.
Continue ReadingI sent my girlfriend a text. “When I get home from work I want you to give me head” “Could you be a little more romantic x?” came the reply. “When I get home from work I want you to give me head next to a candle”.
Continue ReadingI went to the dentist last night and she said “Your teeth look pretty good, no tartar”. I said “Well there wouldn’t be, I haven’t had fish for ages”.
Continue ReadingI’ve been a bricklayer for 15 years now. Surely there must be mortar life.
Continue ReadingSo how come Robinson’s sponsor tennis and not squash?
Continue ReadingI’ve set up a taxi firm for unmarried girls who’ve lost babies. I think ‘Miss Carriage’ should do well.
Continue ReadingI tried grilling a chicken at lunchtime. “Right, I’ll ask you one more time. Why did you cross the road?”
Continue ReadingIt only takes an awkward hug to make you notice the similarities between breathing in and sniffing.
Continue ReadingThat’s the last time the wife will make me do anything in the kitchen. “How do I cook this pizza?” “Put the oven on Max for half an hour.” Our son’s funeral was today.
Continue ReadingI’m not into helping people with their luggage at the airport. It’s not my bag.
Continue ReadingThink I put my clock back too far. My mum just asked me to the Enchantment Under the Sea dance.
Continue ReadingI was walking through that park when a lady asked me for the time. I stopped and had a look up at the sun, then said, “Quarter past two.” “Wow, how can you tell?” she asked, amazed. “I checked my watch about twenty seconds ago.” I replied.
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