A guy goes to the psychiatrist wearing a trash bag.

But I stand corrected.

So he told me : I have no interest.

But graphing is where I draw the line.

An engineer dies and reports to the Pearly Gates. Saint Peter checks his dossier and, not seeing his name there, accidentally sends him to Hell. It doesn’t take long before the engineer becomes rather dissatisfied with the level of comfort in Hell. He soon begins to design and build improvements. Shortly thereafter, Hell has air conditioning, flush toilets and escalators. Needless to say, the engineer is a pretty popular guy. One day, God calls Satan and says with a sneer: "So, how are things in Hell?" Satan replies: "Hey, things are going great. We’ve got air conditioning, flush toilets, and escalators. And there’s no telling what this engineer is going to come up with next." "What!" God exclaims: "You’ve got an engineer? That’s a mistake -- he should never have been sent to Hell... send him to me." "Not a chance," Satan replies: "I like having an engineer on the staff, and I’m keeping him!" God insists: "Send him back or I’ll sue." Satan laughs uproariously and answers: "Yeah, right. And where are you going to get a lawyer?"

Inside, was an unattractive, overweight woman, sitting on her sleeping bag, smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. The man, concerned he was soaking wet and likely to catch a cold, peeked into the open tent-flap. "Excuse me ma'am, it's raining out here, mind if I come in to get out of the rain for a little while?" "Sure," the woman replied, "On one condition. No funny business." The man agreed and entered the tent. He sat down on the sleeping bag next to her. A few minutes later, the woman let out a loud fart. "1:0," she said. Five minutes went by, she ripped off another one, "2:0." The man was curious. "Ma'am, why are you farting then giving out the score?" The woman responded, "I'm a bit bored, there's not much to do, so I thought I'd start a farting competition." "Sounds like you're winning," said the man. He decided to beat her at her own game, and let out a massively loud fart which shook the tent. "2:1," he said, ripping off another one, "2:2." She looked at him, somewhat impressed, "You're fucking good at this!" Determined to win, she ripped off another fart, only this time she ended up shitting the sleeping bag. She blew a whistle, and said, "Half-time, change sides."

What’s the point?

He said: one way or another he'll get those mussels.

Because when they had a fight 71 They’re is a rumour that 70 is a cannibal but no one can prove who 78

I stink therefore I am

The female ate the Frenchman. The Czech was in the male.