An order for two large plains.
They ordered pepperoni and all they got was plane.
There used to be two of them but now everyone gets offended if you talk about it.
On the phone. It's a baby. If I wanted to hear random noises when I talk, I have a husband for that.
if I'm looking at my phone I now reply, 'No. I am not Twittering,' in a sort of flat monotone. And tweet.
What did one ovary say to the other one? "Did you order any furniture?" "No. Why?" asked the other. "Cause there's two nuts out there trying to deliver an organ."
Because his orders were to shoot all desserters.
Two large plains.
