I have a famous beer belly. Someone even wrote a novel about it: The Pilsners of the Girth.
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(4 votes, average: 3.75 out of 5)Loading...The man with pickle breath lived in a very dill adapted house, near Ogorki Park. He grew pink cornichons in his garden.
(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)Loading...I quit drinking and took up showering: I’m clean and soapier.
(2 votes, average: 2.50 out of 5)Loading...Bending over in a prison shower calls for soaper second thought.
(1 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Loading...If you shed in my bento box, I’ll go tempura-hairily insane!
(2 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Loading...When I suggested that washing your clothes in the toilet is a good idea, I was met with in crud dull a tee.
(3 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Loading...The man accused of bad breath was surprisingly gracious. Quote, “I harbour no recent mints.”
(3 votes, average: 4.67 out of 5)Loading...Slovaks have the dirtiest floors.
(4 votes, average: 3.75 out of 5)Loading...I lost five pounds just by farting. Finally I see the air of my weighs.
(5 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Loading...The fellow who removed all his body hair was considered a nair do well. In fact he manscaped from prison. When he was recaptured, he received ten wax to the back. What a follicle from grace.
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