You don't talk about fight club.
A gooseberry is green !
Uranium gets to its half-life on time.
Because it doesn't have any hands.
All of my friends are now talking about how they have to catch Amal.
They fight back.
An ex-boxer.
Because he didn't want to go clubbing.
I am in bed and thinking about you ... And you my dear - I am at a club ... And sitting right behind you!!
The punchline.
Me: *Remembering dropping my phone on my face* "STOP ASKING ME ABOUT FIGHT CLUB!"