My house must be longer than a motor assembly line, and must contain more paper work than the national archives of Zambia, Zimbabwe and Angola put together, or how else do you explain the complete disappearance in it of my little hand-crafted joke book? I been searching for a whole year now... can't find it. But somehow, we must get this page kicking off, so here from what I can remember are two little jewels lifted therefrom....
She was putting on weight, especially in one direction, and definitely that was not a result of mosquito bites. Facts did not just add up; he had been seeing her less than a month, therefore he could not be the one responsible for that growth. When she saw the bewildered puzzle that was his face, she asked, " Hey, what's up?"
His reply: "Maizy, you are up."
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Q: When two molecules attract each other, that is known as inter-molecular attraction. What kind of attraction is there when two fools attract each other?
A: Inter-fools attraction.
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Now, while I keep diving, sliding, gropping and digging about in the cavernous pandemonium of a place I call home, hunting for that juicy little joke book (given that my grey matter is so frozen right now I can not generate any new material at all), I here point your aqueous humor to a place where you can keep your face permanently split into two ------------------>
I'll be back with more soon!
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