Me: You just give the bartender your order. Her: ... Me: It's really pretty easy. Her: *leaves*
Because she's always drinking from the coup de Grace. (This was my sister's favourite joke when we were kids. Once our mum flipped out on a long car journey because she told it too many times).
Stop "Russian"
Anchor.
M: I'm starting a rock band. Neighbor walks away. That is how you get people to leave you alone.
It was wound up already.
Boy: Hello? I need your help! 911: Alright, What is it? Boy: Two girls are fighting over me! 911: So what's your emergency? Boy: The ugly one is winning.
Because they ordered pepperoni, but all they got was plane.
Because it might be a moose steak.
About ten minutes.
Asked the bartender. "From my husband," she replied. "But I thought he was out of town " he asked. "So did I!" she said.
