I went to the dentist. He said "Say Aaah." I said "Why?" He said "My dog's died."
I've been on the whisky diet - I've already lost three days!
So I went to the Doctor's yesterday. He said, "What appears to be the problem?" I said, "I keep having this dream, night after night, beautiful girls rushing towards me and I keep pushing them away." He said, "How can I help?" I said: "Break my arms."
And an airplane of spittle dived into the sea, there were no salivas.
I'm on a whisky diet. I've lost 3 days already.
Two peanuts walk into a rather rough bar, not looking for any trouble. Unfortunately, one was a salted.