My wife is leaving me due to my premature ejaculation problem. I don’t know what’s come over her.
Our local band were due to play a benefit concert for teenage pregnancies, but they pulled out at the last second.
There are 27 bones in the human hand.
28 when I’m lonely.
Speaking of PTSD…
“We’ll bend over forwards, just for YOU.”
Actually, I’m the ultimate form of birth control.
A woman is at her husband’s funeral.
A man in the pew behind her leans forward to ask, “Do you mind if I say a word?”.
“No, not at all”, she replies.
The man stands and clears his throat.
“Bargain", he says, and sits back down.
“Thank you”, the woman responds, “it means a great deal.”