Are you wearing a prophylactic?
What do you
mean “what’s one of them”
Bloody
hell, are you really that thick
A rubber? A
frenchie? A Johnny? A condom?
It’s a
contraceptive sheath, just put it on
So, I don’t
get knocked up by a moron
Are you wearing a prophylactic?
What do you
mean “what’s one of them”
Bloody
hell, are you really that thick
A rubber? A
frenchie? A Johnny? A condom?
It’s a
contraceptive sheath, just put it on
So, I don’t
get knocked up by a moron
I find modern living hard to fathom
As life
throws up unlikely pairs
For few
women admit their age
I forget names; I forget faces
I even
forget to zip up my fly
But by far
the worst thing
Is forgetting
to unzip your fly
The nations older aged voters
Are not
that easy to impress
Because as
you grow older
You stand
for more and fall for less
My wife asked if her appendix scar
Made her
look unattractive, a bit
I was quick
to dispel any misgivings
She might have
in regard to it
And uttered
the reassuring words
"Don’t
worry love, your tits cover it"
My wife was being a drama queen and said
"I
feel like jumping in front of a bus
And you don’t
help” So I sent her a timetable
I know that you’re really old
But your
aging appears static
Which means
you must have
A portrait
hanging in the attic