But now that we had a few drinks, we feel better.
They don't have beef with anyone.
It's going to be a play on words.
It’s called Graze Anatomy
I handed her the dictionary.
Spill the thesis
"A Star is Björn".
What if money came out of our vaginas when we were on our periods?
We’d be bloody rich
They never have any beef.
It's called "Ving Rhames in the Membrane"
Turned out it was just a play on words.
They're never happy unless they get their whey.
Is something wrong? You seamstressed.
Because it does everything with a flour-ish
I went on a few dates with a girl who works at Macy's. We chat a lot and then she sprung a weird question on me. She said, "my boss thinks you're cute and wants your number. Should I give it to her?" I told her I'd prefer to keep dating her and not her boss, but if she just wanted to be friends, then she could give her my number, which she did.
When I told this story to my dad, he said, "you could date both of them at the same time and choose the most interesting one." I said, "that sounds like that could be a reality show" and without missing a beat he said, "yeah, it could be called Macy's Date Parade."
It's called Law and Hors D'oeuvres.
Earlier today, we were going through costume inventory for our next musical and my teacher was going through the wigs.
Him: "Okay, we have a sugar plum wig, a fairy godmother wig, a witch wig..."
Me: "Hey, Mr. Teacher, which wig?"
Him: "The witch wig."
Me: "That's what I'm asking."
One person groaned in the back,, and slowly, everyone got the joke and was groaning.