Only way I’d want to see a jam band is if they were accompanied by a peanut butter orchestra.
Changing my name to Shotgun so my friends call me
I hate when I make a joke and everyone says, “Too soon.”
I’m sorry, if I wait any longer the funeral will be over.
My son has reached an age where he’s becoming curious about the human body, so I think I’m gonna have to drag it out of the crawlspace and bury it behind the shed.