A WOMAN’S POEM: He didn’t like the casserole, and he didn’t like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard, not like his mother used to make.
I didn’t make the coffee right, he didn’t like my stew. I didn’t fold his pants, the way his mother used to fold his pants, the way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer, I was looking for a clue. Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him, like his mother used to do.
Three inmates were being transported to state prison. As part of a new “morale initiative,” each of them was allowed to bring one item to help pass…
Indian warrior decided to change his name and went to the Registry of BDM (birth, death, marriages). He approaches the counter and talks to the lady at…
A man who drank alot was told by his wife “If you ever come home drunk again, I’m going to leave you”. Regardless, that night he went…
So this guy walks into a church and heads straight for the confession booth. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” The priest says, “Alright, my son,…
A young Chinese couple gets married. She’s a vrgn. Truth be told, he is vrgn too, but she doesn’t know that. On their wedding night, she cwers…
A man walked into the ladies department. He shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, “I’d like to buy a br* for my…