Waiter, there’s a fly in my soup! Force of habit, sir. Our chef used to be a tailor.
A Counselor saw a camper sitting alone. ‘Why don’t you play with your friends?’ he asked. ‘Because I only have one friend,’ the girl replied. ‘And I hate her.’
Teller: Why did the blonde move to L.A.? Blonde: I don’t know. Why? Teller: It was easier to spell. Blonde: Easier than what?
Three little old ladies, sitting on a park bench.The town flasher comes by and shows them his ALL!The first little old lady had a huge stroke. Thesecond little old lady had a little stroke. The third little old lady would have had astroke…………….but her arms weren’t quite long enough.
Waiter, there’s a fly in my soup! Its OK, Sir, there’s no extra charge!
Q: Why did the blonde fail her drivers licence ? A: She wasn’t used to the front seat!
Waiter, there’s a fly in my soup! Keep it down sir, or they’ll all be wanting one.