My mates wife is always complaining that he keeps putting his clothes
in her half of the wardrobe.
It's got so bad he's agreed to attend hanger management classes.
I was clearing out the attic the other day when I came across an old
painting and a violin that looked valuable
I took them to an antiques dealer who was amazed
He said " what you've got here is a van gogh, and a stradivarious.
Unfortunately, stradivarious couldn't paint, and van gogh made rubbish
violins.
My son was so excited about getting a date.
He asked out the most beautiful girl in school today and she said
yes.
Now he says he just has to wait for her to be the last woman left
on Earth.
After I finished screwing in a light-bulb, I crossed the road and
walked into a bar. It was at that very moment that I realised my life
was nothing but a joke.
Me and my wife took our dog to the park.
After a few minutes of walking around we noticed that he had vanished.
My wife yelled, "Oh no, Oh no, Where is he? Where is he?"
I said, "Calm down, let's just split up".
She agreed, so I went home, packed my bags and now I'm at my mates
house.
My mate said when he was younger, he wanted to be a hairdresser.
He used to pretend he was one by standing in front of the mirror brushing
his hair with a microphone.