Stephen King
Has a son called
Joe
I’m not even
Joking,
But he is though
Stephen King
Has a son called
Joe
I’m not even
Joking,
But he is though
The poorest part
Of a town in
Italiano
Is known by the
rich
As the Spaghetto
I’ve got this awful disease
It’s really become
quite habitual
I can’t stop
telling airport jokes
The doctor says
its terminal
I told my mum
That
I made a car
Out
of Spaghetti
It
wasn’t until
I
drove pasta
That
she believed me
The couple were kissing on the couch
“Shall we take it
upstairs?” he said,
“That’s a great
idea babe” she replied
“Grab the other
end of it then” he pled
My wife is incredibly smart, because
I rang her on the
phone of a buddy
And she answered
“Hello darling”
Amazingly she
already knew it was me
A pessimist can only see
A long dark tunnel
An optimist sees
light
At the end of the
tunnel
A realist sees a
freight train
Coming down the
tracks
The train driver
sees
Three idiots
standing on the tracks