The other morning, the garbage truck went past my house and I started chasing it down the street. “is it too late for garbage?” I shouted.
“No,” called the garbage man, “jump in!”
The other morning, the garbage truck went past my house and I started chasing it down the street. “is it too late for garbage?” I shouted.
“No,” called the garbage man, “jump in!”
Once I went out with a beautiful dental hygienist. Before she let me kiss her goodnight, she took Novocaine.
I’m so clumsy that when I mix cocktails at a party, the drinks aren’t on the house — they’re on the carpet!
Talk about luck! Other guys go to weight-lifting class and develop muscles. I went to weight-lifting class and developed a bad back.
What a childhood I had! One Christmas, Santa left me a bag to wear over my head.
Everybody picks on me. Last week the electric company shut off my lights at the request of my neighbors. They said I look better in the dark.
I found out one thing about health spas by being a fitness instructor. They pay low-calorie salaries.
People have been insulting my looks all my life. When I was little, I used to play cowboys and Indians, and the other kids made be the Lone Ranger so I’d wear a mask.
The other day, a girl told me I have a face that could drive women crazy
…and I have a funny feeling she didn’t mean it as a compliment.
There are many reasons why people have plastic surgery and we offer some of them here:
– You meet “Big Foot” in the woods and he faints when he sees you.
– You’re not allowed in the zoo because you scare the animals.
– An organ grinder offers you a job as his monkey.
– Your teacher makes you sit facing the back of the room.
– A cop gives you a ticket for being criminally ugly.
Pigeons must have E.S.P. They always seem to know when you’ve just washed your car.
Did you hear about the old man who was so lonely that he tried to carry on a conversation with his talking breakfast cereal?
Nobody likes me. Even my margarine won’t say, “Butter,” to me.
Inflation has turned me into an early riser. To make extra cash, I got a paper route.
Q: Where do cows go when they want a night out?
A: To the Moooovies!