Lately my wife and I have been bouncing so many ideas off of each other we are both starting to bruise.
Did you ever hear about the three-legged dog that walked into Dodge City looking for the man who shot his paw?
I once knew a man who went to the psychiatrist because he thought he was a dog. The psychiatrist told him to lie down on the couch to discuss it, but the man said he couldn’t because he wasn’t allowed on the couch. (And then he walked into Dodge City looking for the man who shot his paw.)
I wonder if cannibal societies ever have celebrity roasts? If so, I imagine there aren’t too many celebrities. And if they ate a comedian, would he taste funny?
Thank you and goodnight.