"I only have diamonds, clubs and spades," said Tom heartlessly.
"Your fly is undone," was Tom's zippy rejoinder.
"Don't you know my name?" asked Tom swiftly.
"I couldn't believe there were 527,986 bees in the swarm!" Tom recounted.
"This must be an aerobics class," Tom worked out.
Went to the corner shop - bought 4 corners.
So I met this gangster who pulls up the back of people's pants, it was Wedgie Kray.
I'll tell you what I love doing more than anything: trying to pack myself in a small suitcase. I can hardly contain myself.
A three-legged dog walks into a saloon in the Old West. He slides up to the bar and announces: ''I'm looking for the man who shot my paw.''
You see my next-door neighbour worships exhaust pipes, he's a catholic converter.