He was trying to dodge the draft.
He was dyslexic.
Secretary: My lawyer.
Two one to hold the bulb and the other to serve him beer until the room starts spinning.
Because if you just take one, he'll drink all your beer.
With lots of drafts
A Corpseman. Painfully obvious, yet a terrible play on the English language, I know. It was something I came up with a few years ago, for some unknown reason.
His brother with the laptop.
Me: your mother, why W: Stop acting like you're 12. M: (thinking) I dodged that bullet again.