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But I don't have the fingers!
What! You don't have the fingers!? said the doctor, You should have brought them to me. We have all kinds of operations we could have done like microsugery and stuff. We could have put them back as good as new.
But Doc, I couldn't pick them up.
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"How did that happen?" asks the first guy.
"Well, I came home and thought I heard my wife and another man. But when I went inside, I searched and searched for her, but couldn't find anybody. I was stricken with such remorse for accusing my wife of infidelity that I had a heart attack on the spot."
"Geez," says the first guy. "If you'd've opened the fridge, we'd both be alive right now."
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This went on for a while until the bartender finally asked, "How come you ask for a beer, chug it, then look in your pocket?"
The man said, "Because there is a picture of my wife in my pocket and I'm gonna keep drinking till she looks good enough to go home."
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