Between you and me, something smells. Credit: Christmas cracker.
He was knotty.
A cold.
An alligator.
The waiter replies, "He looks it straight in the eye and says, 'You're gonna die.'"
He just nose. All credit to my BFF
Because 7 ate 9. Credit to a guy I work with.
A Barbecue. Christmas crackers are just full of laughs.
Nothing, he just waved. Christmas crackers are the worst.