Will probably be a very lame effort, but...we have an obligation...right?
Why was 2019 afraid of 2020? Because they had a fight and 2021. (Read it again...I had to!)
I’m addicted to collecting vintage Beatles albums. I need Help. (Lame enough?)
What has five toes and isn't your foot? My foot. (I hate myself now!)
I once saw a man in a second-hand store. "I don't think they have what you're looking for, Sir!"
Alright, with sincerest of apologies, I'll end this painful attempt! Enjoy your Sunday, Tiger Nation...and don't fret about tomorrow. It'll just take away from today!
Two nuns were attacking each other, exchanging blows. They were habit-ual offenders who exorcised a lot. As I approached, they ignored me and continued the bout. I left to get my wife to help. The two nuns stopped and attacked her. They said it was nun-ya business. The moral of the story: Never take a wife to a nun fight. Nun-chucks may be helpful.
The wife asked about baby names for our little girl. I said Brandy would be a fine girl, Caroline would be sweet, Rita would be lovely, Sara would smile, Rhiannon would ring like a bell, and Rosanna would meet you all the way. We could wake up little Susie, take a chance on Barbara Ann or good golly Miss Molly, come and see Valerie, and Mary would make us proud and know about that baby boy that was heaven’s perfect lamb.