A six-pack and a potato
It is the sound a guitar makes after six or seven generations of inbreeding.
Cause seven eight ten.
Man have no chicken. All animals are die in famine. Man cross to look for potato. No potato.
Because there are eyes everywhere!
The pack of pygmies is a bunch of cunning runts.
He forgot to pack his trunk.
Because if there were one more, it'd be two forty. (Too farty) This works much better when spoken out loud. The joke how Irish people pronounce "forty."
On less person is drunk
A six pack and a potato
