I fell in love with an organ donor consultant. Alas, she brokered my heart.
Medieval trebuchets were capable of launching at ’em bombs.
Financially protecting your racehorse investment can be an insure mountable difficulty.
My pale friend Ted is looking for a good tanning parlour. I told him to post a “Help Wan Ted” ad.
French streets are tricky. There is always some rues.
Make a pun about the number 1? Ok fine, but only if we half two.
In South America, medicine is so corrupt. Even joint replacement surgeries are controlled by the Columbian cartelage.
What constitutes a big breakfast? Well, in France, an egg is an oeuf to eat.
What’s the only sport not forbidden in the remaining ISIS territories? A: The 100m Daesh.
I can’t afford paper towels. The price is too absorbident.