I don't need to worry about identity theft because no one wants to be me.
I was going to buy a book on hair loss, but the pages kept falling out.
I recorded my hair this morning, tonight I'm watching the highlights
I went out with a promiscuous impressionist. She did everybody.
I told my therapist I was having nightmares about nuclear explosions. He said don't worry it's not the end of the world.
After all these years I had the privilege of naming my private part, cause we have nicknames. So I named my private part pride... it's not much but at least I have my pride.