My wife is a sex object – every time I ask for sex she objects.
My wife is a sex object – every time I ask for sex she objects.
My wife is a sex object – every time I ask for sex she objects.
My wife is a sex object – every time I ask for sex she objects.
My wife is a sex object – every time I ask for sex she objects.
My wife is a sex object – every time I ask for sex she objects.
My wife is a sex object – every time I ask for sex she objects.
My wife is a sex object – every time I ask for sex she objects.
My wife is a sex object – every time I ask for sex she objects.
My mother-in-law said, ‘One day I will dance on your grave.’ I said ‘I hope you do; I will be buried at sea.’
My mother-in-law has come round to our house at Christmas seven years running. This year we’re having a change. We’re going to let her in.
I’ve got a friend who is a lion tamer. He used to be a school teacher till he lost his nerve.
I used to sell furniture for a living. The trouble was, it was my own.
How can you analyse what is funny? What’s funny to one isn’t funny to another… What’s funny to you is a personal thing.
The mother-in-law came round last week. It was absolutely pouring down. So I opened the door and I saw her there and I said, ‘Mother, don’t just stand there in the rain. Go home.’