I popped eight pimples. It was an act o’ pus. I’d rather have ten tickles.
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(3 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Loading...When I found out who was defecating in the water supply, I was all hot under the cholera.
(4 votes, average: 3.75 out of 5)Loading...How does a meteor shower?
With Comet. Which solves the problem of rings around Uranus.
(8 votes, average: 3.38 out of 5)Loading...Bending over in a prison shower calls for soaper second thought.
(1 votes, average: 4.00 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...An academic who studied mouthwash shortages had his conclusions dismissed as ‘out of Scope‘.
(1 votes, average: 2.00 out of 5)Loading...I went camping in the woods, but my tent smelled like feet. It was a big musky toe problem.
(2 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Loading...I have a famous beer belly. Someone even wrote a novel about it: The Pilsners of the Girth.
(4 votes, average: 3.75 out of 5)Loading...I don’t care if a major leaguer has unsightly skin blemishes. As long as he can throw a baseball, a pitcher’s worth a thousand warts.
(3 votes, average: 2.33 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.
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