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as they too had backtracked the joke to some extent.
It all began innocently enough with my stupid wife...
Let me show you around.
We can't go to Virginia. Bonnie and Lois planned that couples' weekend in Maine.
We're supposed to leave in the morning.
There it is. Washington, D.C.
You'd better hide the markers from your kids. Somebody colored in your Jesus.
There's the Washington Monument.
- Oh, God, I crapped my pants. - Ha, ha.
- Indeed they are. - Hey, isn't that Stephen Hawking?
to coming up with the world's dirtiest jokes.
Is there a problem, officer?
Scoreboard! Scoreboard!
Take one step closer and the paper gets it.
Okay, guys, I got one. Would you rather get a massage from a man...