A mixture of plagiarised material
I phoned the gym last week and asked if they could teach me to do the splits.
"How flexible are you?" asked the instructor.
I said "I can't make Wednesdays or Fridays"
I think my wife hates me. When I had a heart attack she wrote for an ambulance.
When I was on holiday last week I got through six Jeffrey Archer novels. I really should try to remember toilet paper next time.
I want to die peacefully in my sleep like my father, not running up and down the aisles screaming like his passengers.
I watched a documentary last night on how ships are built. Riveting!
I took part in the Olympic sun-tanning competition but I just got bronze.
I'm not saying Michelle McManus is fat, but her favourite food is seconds.
My ife is so immature. I can be relaxing at home in the bath and she'll come in and sink all my ships.
I planned to drown all my troubles, but my wife resolutely refuses to go swimming.
I asked my doctor to give me something for persistent wind. He gave me a kite.
My neighbour started banging really loudly on my door at three this morning. Luckily he didn't ewaken me - I was still up playing my drums.
I've just read a book about Stockholm Syndrome; it started really badly but by the end I loved it.
Ten years after Chernobyl and I can't help wondering, why no superheroes yet?
When a homeless guy gets off a bus, how does he know it's his stop?
Why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?
Why is abbreviation such a long word?
Finally, the problem with the gene pool is that there is no life guard.