My 95 year old grandmother is amazing. She still doesn’t use glasses.
She drinks straight from the bottle.
Welcome to the dad-a-base
Welcome to the dad-a-base
She drinks straight from the bottle.
When I asked them why, they said that my jokes weren’t remotely funny.
Because they have 9 lives.
The odds were against me.
Ham sanitizer.
But when I do, I meet her boyfriend 10 minutes later.
Hebrews it.
It’s time to sweep!
If it sinks, girl ant. If it floats, buoyant
The second time let me down.
But it’s harder to deter gents.
Re-Morse code.
Neither did he.
Because he had no guts.
Now when I talk I have this weird axe scent.
He was 98 but felt like 85.
Nothing, it just waved.
It had too many problems.
A milkshake.
Don’t drink and derive.
That’s just how Julius Caesar.
She’ll be having her baby in the spring.
The bartender asks for their id.
She said she hated all the constant Star Wars puns. I looked at the therapist and responded… “Divorce is strong with this one!”
It’s a nice reminder of what I’ve done all year.
Because he had muffin else to do.
It’s so horrible that my New Year’s resolution is to quit reading altogether.
But when I do, there it is.
In fact, it’s bordering on Chile.
May he rust in place.
They raise the woof.
It ended in a draw.
The bartender comes in from the back and says, “Who came first?”
They say my balance is outstanding!
Fish and ships.
No strings attached.
That’s the third time I’ve had to rename the cat.
It’s Christmas, Eve!
“Looks like it’s gonna reindeer.”
Me: “That’s a relief. I didn’t like this one either.”
Dad bod in the sheets.
It’s a job I can really see myself doing.
You can come over if you wanna have a gander
I just can’t see myself wearing it.
He was too far out, man.
I must have a chess infection.
The bartender shows them the door and says “We don’t serve your type.”
They will give you a piece of your mind.
I’m currently working knights.
I’m dreading it.
Hailing taxis.
Eclipse it.
At the hospital he asks the doctor, “Will I still be able to drive with this hand?” The doctor replies, “Maybe. But I wouldn’t count on it.”
He won the No Bell prize.
“I certainly do,” he replied. “Statistics show that very few people die between the ages of 103 and 104.”
l’ll call it my oughta-biography.
A cattlelac.
Times Square.
The bartender says “You only get one shot.”
I shrugged and replied, “yeah, it’s growing on me.”
They’re thick and tired of it.
We bonded immediately.
Ornamints!
It’s a little fit bunny…