I went to a nudist wedding last weekend and everybody kept referring to me as the best man. And I didn't even know the groom.
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Once again it is time for our annual Halloween tradtion. My wife brings out the ceramic pumpkin and I put the note inside which reads "You are fat". Everyone lifts the lid looking for candy.
I only had one trick or treater in the last ten years and I gave the kid a gallon of olive oil. That weighed his bag down pretty bad, in fact it was dragging on the ground.
Then the kid wouldn't have left a trail of oil. That might be interesting if somebody tossed a match on it. . .
My girlfriend wanted us both to go to a poetry class tonight. Unfortunately she fell down some stairs.