You stink at telling jokes.
An English actuary can tell you how many people are going to die next year. A Sicilian actuary can give you their names...
You belong.
None. They just shoot the room for being black. Credit: donator on some stream said the joke and just wanted to share it.
Not this guy!" -Thumb amputee victim
The-Odor-e Roosevelt.
He who smelt it, dealt it.
Microphones!
Something that stinks and stings!
I was just following odors.
Humor is a shift of wit...