If Yoko Ono married Sonny Bono, she'd be Yoko Ono Bono...
If Dolly Parton married Salvador Dali, she'd be Dolly Dali...
If Cat Stevens married Snoop Doggy Dogg, she'd be Cat Doggy Dogg...
If Sandra Locke married Elliott Ness, divorced him to marry Herman Munster, she would become Sondra Locke Ness Munster...
If Bea Arthur married Sting, she'd be Bea Sting...
If Ivana Trump married Orson Bean, King Oscar, Louis Mayer, Norbert Wiener, the she'd be Ivana Bean Oscar Mayer Wiener...
And, if Woody Allen married Natalie Wood, divorced and married Gregory Peck, Divorced him for Ben Hur, he'd be Woody Wood Peck Hur!!!
My girlfriend left a note on the fridge saying, "It's not working. I can't take it anymore. I am going to my mothers."
I opened the fridge. The light came on, the beer was cold.
I can't figure out what she's talking about?
The Sheriff's girl friend constantly asked the Sheriff to get married.
Girl: Please, marry me?
Sheriff: I can't. I have to go catch the bank robbers.
Girl: Please, marry me?
Sheriff: I can't. I have to go catch the rustlers.
Girl: Please, let's get married?
Sheriff: I can't I have to go catch those who held up the train.
Moral of the story: Some men would rather fight outlaws than in-laws!
Last night I was relaxing on the sofa watching TV when I heard my wife's voice from the kitchen: "Oh sweetheart, what would you like for dinner, my love? Chicken, beef or lamb?"
I said, "Thank you, darling. I think I'll have chicken."
She replied, "You're havin' a peanut butter sandwich. I was talkin' to the dog!"