If I was about to be executed, and they offered me a last
meal, I wouldn’t ask for steak or lobster. I’d ask for Wisconsin. I’d take me
forever just to eat the Green Bay Packers.
With the Me Too movement going on, it might be a good
time to target Superman. I’m sure Lois would love to know about all the years
“Clark” has been using his x-ray vision to check her out.
They say if man were meant to fly, he’d have been born
with wings. It’s probably just as well. If man had wings, he’d have an awful
time trying to get his pants on in the morning.
I finally got over a terrible bout with the Swedish flu
the other day. It’s just like the regular flu except I had an uncontrollable
urge to go to IKEA.
I don’t think there’s any justifiable reason for the U.S.
military to still use waterboarding at Guantanamo
Bay. All they really have to do is turn on an iHeart radio station. I’d
talk too if I had to listen to Cardi B.
I got a new tattoo recently. It’s a full body tattoo of me
– but older. That might sound a little expensive. But the way I figure it, I
can get all the free refills I want now at Red Lobster.
The
easiest job in the world has got to be courtroom artist. I mean, c’mon. If the
court is closed to the public, who’s gonna know if you got the nose wrong?
I
think if George Washington realized he was going to be famous for chopping down
a cherry tree, he would’ve worked out some kind of deal with Ocean Spray.
I
picked my date up the other night, and let me tell you – her outfit left
nothing to the imagination. I guess that’s what happens when you go out with
bag ladies.
I was reading somewhere that a man in Utah flew a small
plane into his own house after he had an argument with his wife. Some people
would call that a senseless waste of life. I just think the runway he was
building in his backyard should’ve been a giveaway.
I often wonder why horses aren’t outraged by the game of
horseshoes. I don’t know about you. But if I found a bunch of horses throwing
my shoes around, I’d be pretty cheesed off.