A naive young couple get married.
In the hotel room that night the wife sits on the bed whilst the husband shyly disrobes.
When he takes his shoes and socks off the wife shrieks, points to his feet and says. “My God! What happened to your poor feet?”
The husband looks at her and says. “When I was just a boy I came down with a really bad case of Toe-lio!”
“Oh come on,” says the wife, “There’s no such thing as Toe-lio. You shouldn’t make fun of me like that – making stuff up and all. I only asked.”
The husband looks at her, all hurt. “Make things up? Make things up? LOOK AT MY FEET WOMAN!” “Oh, all right,” says the wife, “I can see it must have been traumatic. If you say it was Toe-lio then Toe-lio it was.”
The husband, slightly mollified, undoes his belt and drops his trousers.
“Oh my God!” shouts the wife. “What’s wrong with your legs?” “Well” says the husband, “when I was just getting over the Toe-lio I caught a terrible case of the Kneesles!” “Kneesles?” Cries the wife. “Kneesles? Now I know you are making fun of me. You should be ashamed. There is NO such disease as Kneesles!”
“No such disease?” Says the husband, almost in tears. “No such disease?” LOOK AT MY DAMNED LEGS! How can you say there is no such disease?"
“I’m sorry,” says the wife, “I’m so sorry, it’s just that it sounds so silly and I have never heard of such a thing. But OH, your poor legs!”
“Well,” says the husband finally as he takes off his underwear, “Alright then.”
His wife takes one look and shouts. “No, no, don’t tell me, let me guess ..................... Smallcox?”
How do you kill a circus?
Go for the juggler…
What do you call a blonde with two brain cells? Pregnant. (Sorry!
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Also, did you hear about the dyslexic satanist? He sold his soul to Santa.