My dad died when we couldn't remember his blood type.
As he died, he kept insisting we "be positive."
As he died, he kept insisting we "be positive."
I used to run a dating service for chickens.
Next jokeI bought the world's worst thesaurus yesterday.
I'm afraid for the calendar.
Its days are numbered.
Dear Math, grow up and solve your own problems.
You know what's really odd?
Numbers that aren't divisible by two.