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That narrows it down.
Reminds me of one of my dad’s dad jokes: Driver (to gas station attendant): “Fill ’er up. Ethyl.” Passenger: “How do you know his name’s Ethyl?”
Go for it, Snoop. Order yourself a Regal Beagle: vodka, lime, grapefruit juice, and dry white wine.
If I’d had a son, I’d’ve named him Ichabod so that I could call him “Icky” for short.
I’m ugly, I’m tellin’ ya. My proctologist, he stuck his finger in my mouth!
Tıt for tat.
Yes, but if he keeps his hat on no one will notice.
Don’t be cruel, Opal.
I hope you like coal, Joe.
Why he does is incomprehensible.
That narrows it down.