Every night, he'd go out and drink until it was light.
Stop "Russian"
Coke.
He just needed a little bit of Clojure.
Because he was a neck-romancer....
My husband be dead
She went to the battered women's shelter
Because the girls always cling on him afterwards.
A barbie queue (BBQ)! Also, I made a quick sketch on my iPad. I found the genesis to this joke as a text note in my Evernote this morning, after what seemed like a night of free flow beers. Feel free to downvote me to oblivion.
Don't worry, they'll tell you.
They both worry about the position of colons.
