I had a friend who used to work at a candle factory.
But only on the wickends.
He liked to wax lyrical about the job; said it was enlightening, but I knew he was burning out.
I asked my dentist if he was sure he knew what he was doing.
He said "I've been doing this regularly for twenty years. I think I know the drill by now."
I Know The Drill
Harry: "I just got a job at the prison library."
Bob: "Really, what's it like?"
Harry: "Oh you know, it has it's prose and cons..."
My son said to me "What rhymes with purple?"
I said "No it doesn’t."
Sir, I moustache you a question… Ah, never mind, I’ll just shave it for later.
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