Our miscarriage.
The ultra-sound guy. Who takes over when hes on holiday? The hip-replacement guy
The Middle. That way, you're always driving out of Iowa.
She burns most of her calories jumping to conclusions.
A maize runner. Credit goes to my girlfriend.
Steaks.
One baits his hook the other hates his book.
Because he knows it's all over as soon as she opens her mouth.
Math, it's due Friday" *I slowly crumple the paper and put it in my mouth* They'll never believe u
A miscarriage! This joke never gets old, just like the baby!