Humor: Worst of Fortunes for Tuesday April 24, 2018

Give me a sleeping pill and tell me your troubles.
Give me a sleeping pill and tell me your troubles.

There was a young man of Madras Whose balls were constructed...
There was a young man of Madras Whose balls were constructed of brass. When jangled together They played "Stormy Weather", And lightning shot out of his ass.

Q: Minnesotans ask, "Why aren't there more...
Q: Minnesotans ask, "Why aren't there more pharmacists from Alabama?" A: Easy. It's because they can't figure out how to get the little bottles into the typewriter.

Q: Why did the WASP cross the road? A: To get to...
Q: Why did the WASP cross the road? A: To get to the middle.