He said it was his life savings.
.. Only got 20%Off
Some might say it was his life savings.
Because they don't have pockets.
That's what I call clean energy
“Wherever you go, there are those darn cameras!"
I dumped everything I had into it
So you can bet your bottom dollar
She says, in exasperation, “some arsehole’s got my pen.”
You don't know the happiness I felt as he put his knife back in his pocket
Because they can store everything their trunk
It could be a lifesaver.
i became too afraid he might have gotten himself into the money laundering business.
He said, “Who cares how many pockets you have?”
They crept in. It was pitch black and stone quiet. They were suddenly starting to regret this dare. Stupidly, only one brought a flash light. The aggressive darkness and inky black yielded with grudging compliance but always seeming to push back. They moved cautiously onward amid the dust and cobwebs. The floor creaked. They breathed in tight, quick breaths. You could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, there was a deep moan. "OOOOOOOOUUUUU". It seemed from below them. The house had been abandoned for years. Who or what could make such a sound? The boys looked at each other, but continued on, hearts pounding in their chests.
As they proceeded into the kitchen they encountered a swarm of flies. Buzzing and beating their necks and faces, they rushed and stumbled to the door, not stopping to see what they were truly feasting on. They slammed the door behind them. Maybe a body? But no way were they going back to find out. And again came the sound, "ooooOOOOOooooOOUUU" but louder this time, and closer.
They proceeded through the dark into the dining room. They saw a fully set dining table covered in cob webs. Dust-covered regal-looking glasses, goblets and silverware adorned the table. Spiders climbed on ivory plates. Clearly a house of privilege and set for a grand feast which never happened.
Or, perhaps, met a fatal end?
They pushed on. But again that unearthly howl.
"oooooOOOOOOOOOOOUuuuuUUUUuuUUOOOOooo".
They found the basement staircase, and from below, the sounds seemed to be emanating. Could they proceed? Would they? Did they dare? Two of the boys looked at each other, faces filled with worry.
But the third said, confidently, "We're going down there." Not wanting to seem the weaker, the other two boys steeled themselves and nodded.
The stairs creaked and groaned evily under their feet. The rickety banister shook in angry defiance. Insects and vermin scattered underneath them with every step. They were descending into hell, they knew, but none would turn back.
And the sound: "oOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUuuuuUUOOOO". Now loud enough to fill not only their heads but seeming to claw at their very souls!
Now at the basement door! The antique, crying squeak of the hinges eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEee made the boys wince and almost cover their ears. But they had to know. WHAT is making that horrible, terrible sound?
"ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUoooooUUUUUUUOOOOOOO"
In the center of the basement lay an unholy coffin! A twisted artistic expression of murder, decay and
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He calls them “in vest mints”.
They're called portablebellos.
Johnny - 'Someone else's trousers on Miss.'
I can't believe someone would stoop so low!
In its pockets
...then looked at me and said "I'm packing heat"
The dirtiest clean joke I know...
What's the difference between a pick pocket and a peeping tom?
A pick pocket snatches watches.
Credit to Redd Foxx
Totes bra.
I mean, who would stoop so low?
And now my wife is getting accused of laundering money
Some asshole’s got my pen!
I found some cushion its pocket.
DO NOT carry them in your back pocket.
Pocket Lindts...
Credit: Twitter
I might still have your lighter.
The guy says “Well if it’s anything like tennis elbow, it must be painful!!”
I was on a roll!
Or are you just happy sashimi?
“Some asshole has my pen.”
He said, “Why? You don’t know how many pockets you have?”
“But today...” he continued. “Wherever you go, there are cameras...”
It could be a lifesaver
"Some asshole has my pen"
