I had a communist lover. She left Marx all over my body. They’re only visible from certain Engels.
She offered to hang up my headgear. I was immediately hatrackted to her.
I want a girlfriend with regular bowel movements, and I’ll search the gal laxy to find her.
My friend has a crush on a girl named Ruth. I told him, “You want that Ruth? You can’t handle that Ruth.”
My friend drives a steamroller. He’s a grade guy, a real smooth operator. He has a nice flat, and a level head. He’s really into community surface.
Ladies, not having dating success? Talk to your guy-no-call-ogist.
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.
Which fruit must be courted traditionally? Cantaloupe.
If someone asks ‘What’s ursine?’ Just point to the bearometer.
I made a pass, and the woman at the bar threw her drink at me. That sent Chivas down my spine.