Me: Steak, please. W: How would you like that cooked M: By anyone other than my wife
He asked. "A pay rise." I replied. "My wife told me to grow it first and then ask you."
It's Christmas, Eve!
A joke .
Me: Make me look attractive. Barber: CAROL! CANCEL ALL MY APPOINTMENTS!
Signing the legal guardian paperwork
A friar? A chip monk?
Miscarriage. This joke never gets old, just like the baby.
M: *stumbles out of pantry with Nutella all over my face* nobody
So I don't drop it again, Sir."
The steaks are high