On a foggy day, I split up with my fiancée. Now I’m Girlless in the Mist.
What does a goose look for in a gander? Honkiness.
She offered to hang up my headgear. I was immediately hatrackted to her.
This Valentine’s Day I’m going to swipe right on my Friendster profile. Oops, did I just date myself?
Forget Christian Grey. That Earl Grey is such a teas.
You’re dumping me for a chartered financial analyst? Go ahead, CFA care.
Are you missing your girlfriend? A lass and a lack!
Which fruit must be courted traditionally? Cantaloupe.
My sister is marrying an organ thief. She says she wants a man after her own heart, someone who can de-liver her from her troubles, and who’ll take care of her two little kidneys after she’s gone.
As for me, I married a woman who had her face surgically removed. For love no nose limits.
I want a girlfriend with regular bowel movements, and I’ll search the gal laxy to find her.