At the Synagogue
Man: I'd like some bacon.
Rabbi: Me too.
Going through Customs
Man: I have nothing to declare... except this sickly foot-and-mouth cow.
The Kremlin: 1974
Bureaucrat: Comrades, I just had the best idea in like ever.
Comrade: What is it Igor?
Bureaucrat: Omigod it is like so totally good. A Casino... ON THE MOON!
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Chicago, 2008--
Nick Seaman: Look, a hobo! I won't make out with him.
She's mad at me because her daughter gave me a cold and apparently I'm supposed to be ok with that.
AND YOU AREN'T?!
Where the fuck are you?
He's rubbing bacon on hobos for your pleasure.
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