Denim. Denim. Denim.

Uncles.

They both feel good until you look down and realize you're gay.

'No, I couldn't find it.'

Where you put the cucumber.

Gag.

Unless you Count Dracula.

Icy dead people.

He was cremated. No coffin.

One snatches your watch. The other watches your snatch.

Now I'm sitting in a disciplinary meeting wearing a Batman costume.

They both came in a little behind.

Because Ken comes in another box.

That's the last thing I need.

It was about a weak back.

Anna one, Anna two!

So when they come back to port they can Scan-da-Navy-in.

Read lips.

'No, but I've been swung around by the tits a few times.'

They both choke on plastic.

A shampoo.

Great food, no atmosphere.

He said nothing.

Tulips on my organ.