I told her that drinks were on the house
There's no punch line.
Because they drink to much coughee.
None. They can't climb the ladder.
It was a high school.
They'll tell you
Nothing, you already told her once.
A Poultrygeist!
He was having window pains I'm sorry
A GOOD girl goes to a party, goes home then goes to bed. A BAD girl goes to a party, goes to bed then goes home.
Wooffies!
Your calves.
His homemade Bris-kit.
