My wife’s cooking is so bad we usually pray after our food.
My old aunts would come and tease me at weddings saying: “Well Sarah? Do you think you’ll be next?”
I settled this quickly once I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.
What do you call a boomerang that doesn’t come back? A stick.
Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
The love of your life.
Liar! Chocolate can’t speak!
