There were Poles on the right half of the plane.
In disguise.
Most men aren't interested in **plane** women.
Half a Romeo.
Half a measure.
Noone. Pirates don't have poles, they have masts.
Your tongue might get stuck to a Pole.
Because they already have Moscow.
A brushin.
Air conditioning.
It was dynamite!
A Polish man calls up an airline. "How long is the flight from Chicago to Warsaw?" "One minute..." "Thank you."
