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She couldn’t catch a cold if it had handles.

It's on the tip of my frontal lobotomy.

Reunion: When you meet people your own age who all look a lot older than you.

Clothes Dryer: An appliance designed to eat socks.

Hearsay: What toddlers do when anyone mutters a dirty word.

I haven’t seen him for donkey’s ears!

Bugs: Small living things that small living boys throw on small living girls.

Bride: A woman with a fine prospect of happiness behind her.

Whenever you hear the word save, it is usually the beginning of an advertisement designed to make you spend money.

I can syncronize with those homeless people.

He's not the brightest cookie in the lamp.

Electile Dysfunction: The inability to become aroused over any of the choices for president put forth by either party.

“I like fuzzy bunnies”, gurgled Tom acutely.

Antique: An item your grandparents bought, your parents got rid of,  and you're buying again.

“It’s not a candy mint, it’s a breath mint”, Tom asserted.

A rolling stone catches the worm.

They held a candlelight visual.

“I wonder if there’s a number between seven and nine,” said Tom considerately.

“I need some suspenders for my pants,” Tom upheld.

Conscience: The voice that tells you not to do something after you have done it.

No man is truly married until he understands every word his wife is NOT saying.