My mind works like lightning. One brilliant flash and it is gone.
Two guys walk into a bar and sit down at a table.
The barkeep comes over to them and asks, "What can I serve you gentlemen?"
One of them says to the barkeep, "I'll bet you a pitcher of you finest beer that I can lick my eye."
The barkeep says, more...
Don't knock on Death's door.
Instead, ring the bell and run. Death hates that...
You mamma is soo fat she sat on a rainbow and skittles popped out!