If you get your private parts stuck in your zipper, you can call 1-800-CAUGHT-JUNK.
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(3 votes, average: 4.67 out of 5)Loading...I pulled my torso. It’s oblique situation. It’s not what I in tendoned.
(2 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)Loading...The French-Canadian lumberjack cut his friend in half. He was accused of sawed-ami.
(1 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Loading...The ease of acquiring deadly ammunition in America has reach hollow point.
(5 votes, average: 2.40 out of 5)Loading...I broke my leg dancing. My new nickname is Saturday Night Femur.
(4 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Loading...My friend died from a bee sting. Histaminer suddenly changed. Too bad, swell guy, but it wasn’t anaph to save him. At least the puffins didn’t get him.
(3 votes, average: 4.33 out of 5)Loading...When our friend Paul was fired from a catapult, it really cast a Paul over things.
(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)Loading...If Shakespeare were alive today, he’d write Oil Wells that End Well.
(8 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5)Loading...Getting your head chopped off by a glass shard is a real pane in the neck.
(2 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5)Loading...When a mathematician suffers a flesh wound, he should apply a Gauzian distribution of bandages. And remember to use Fermat pressure.
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