Re: Rodney Dangerfield died today
I tell ya, my wife's a bad cook. How bad? The flies pitched in to fix the holes in the screens. My son had alphabet soup, he spelled out "HELP." Waffles shouldn't have bones, should they?
And she sleeps around on me. I bought a used car, we found her bra in the glove box. At a restaurant I toasted her, "To the best woman a man ever had." Sixteen other guys joined me.
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