The second one's a race for the cure. Shamelessely stolen from.
My wife actually looks forward to riding the motorcycle.
You can't mash Frankenstein.
With oinkment.
The cure
God: Like one second. Mortal: What is a million dollars like to you God: Like one penny. Mortal: Can I have a penny God: Just a second.
It went back four seconds.
Because I'm tired of running and he's catching up....
Husband: Keep it in his books. I know he will never touch them....
The English cat. Un deux trois cat sank.
They peng-win