I opened an Air BnB at the corner of a busy intersection.
There were three businesses at the other corners: a gastroenterologist, a diarrhea clinic, and a spa that did colonics.
I decided to call my Air BnB: "The House at Poo Corners"
Two guys walk into a bar and sit down to eat their lunches.
Then the bartender says, ”Sorry, but you can’t eat your own food in here.”
So the two guys look at each other and swap lunches.
Diner: "These oysters are very small."
Waiter: "I suppose, sir."
Diner: "And they don't look very fresh."
Waiter: "Then I suppose it's a good thing they're so small, isn't it, sir?"
After 35, women don’t have one night stands.
We have auditions.