I Knew I'd Chosen The Wrong Airline

My Wife Is A Sex Object - Every Time I Ask For Sex, She Objects.

The Mother-in-law Had An Accident At Work. A Hot Rivet Dropped Down Her Drawers And She Fell Off The Oil Rig.

I Knew I'd Chosen The Wrong Airline When I Noticed The Sick Bag Had The Lord's Prayer On It.

I Toyed With The Idea Of Playing Ravel's 'pavane Pour Une Infante Defunte' But I Couldn't Remember If It's A Tune Or Latin Prescription For Piles.

There Is A Remote Tribe That Worships The Number Zero. Is Nothing Sacred?