I phoned the local ramblers club today and this bloke just went on and on.
With silly stuff, it's seventy-five percent confidence. I always tell people that it's because I'm nervous about getting that next laugh and I need to hear it. I always want to condense a joke
One-armed butlers, they can take it but they can't dish it out
Black holes. I don't know what people see in them. Exit signs? They're on their way out.
So I went to the Chinese restaurant and this duck came up to me with a red.
Ive decided to sell my Hoover… well, it was just collecting dust.