A man runs into the vet’s office carrying his dog, screaming for help. The vet rushes him back to an examination room and has him put his dog down on the examination table.
I love my Job, I love the Pay!
The Wall Street Journal is read by the people who run the country.
It was a particularly tough football game, and nerves were on edge.
A redhead, brunette and blonde were on their way to Heaven.
Feeling edgy, a man took a hot bath. Just as he’d become comfortable, the front doorbell rang.
The bartender asks the guy sitting at the bar, “What’ll you have?” The guy answers, “A scotch, please.”
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