My doctor told me that jogging could add years to my life. I think he was right. I feel ten years older already.
He was such a bad writer, they revoked his poetic license.
For Christmas the just came out with a battery-operated battery. But the batteries aren't included.
Why are we honoring this man? Have we run out of human beings?
I don't date women my age. There aren't any.
One of those Christmas songs says, "You better not shout, you better not cry, you better not pout." How's my wife going to get along?