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The guy answers, "My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse. I want to make this a perfect shot."
"Forget it, man," said his partner, "you don't stand a snowball's chance in hell of hitting her from here!"
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'What's the eight cents for?' asks the blonde. 'It says one dollar right here on the packaging.'
'Tax,' replies the clerk.
'Gee,' says the blonde, 'I thought you just rolled them on and they stayed put!'
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His new bride said, 'No, that's fine with me. Just understand that there'll be sex here at 7 o'clock every night -- whether you're here or not.'
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While on his deathbed, the husband asked his wife, "Marie, tell me one thing. And please be honest. Am I Craig's father?"
"Yes, honey," replied his wife. "I promise you, Craig is 100 percent yours."
"I can die a happy man. Godbye my love."
And the man peacefully passed away.
Marie gave a big sigh and said quietly, "Thank heaven almighty he didn't ask me about the other three."
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