Approaching 30, this is how I feel about New Year's Eve
Posted On 01/03/2015

Approaching 30, this is how I feel about New Year's Eve

Napping on the train
Posted On 01/03/2015

Napping on the train

Looking through my saved gifs and found this
Posted On 01/03/2015

Looking through my saved gifs and found this

How to dance (i think)
Posted On 12/16/2014

How to dance (i think)

Wiggle Wiggle with it...
Posted On 12/16/2014

Wiggle Wiggle with it...

Jesus got some moves.
Posted On 12/16/2014

Jesus got some moves.

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"Well, Mrs. O'Connor, so you want a divorce?...

"Well, Mrs. O'Connor, so you want a divorce?" the solicitor questioned
his client. "Tell me about it. Do you have a grudge?"

"Oh, no," replied Mrs. O'Connor. "Shure now, we have a carport."

The solicitor tried again. "Well, does the man beat you up?"

"No, no," said Mrs. O'Connor, looking puzzled. "I'm always first out of
bed."

Still hopeful, the solicitor tried once again. "Well, does he go in for
unnatural connubial practices?"

"Shure now, he plays the flute, but I don't think he knows anything
about the connubial."

Now desperate, the solicitor pushed on. "What I'm trying to find out are
what grounds you have."

"Bless ye, sor. We live in a flat -- not even a window box, let alone
grounds."

"Mrs. O'Connor," the solicitor said in considerable exasperation, "you
need a reason that the court can consider. What is the reason for you
seeking this divorce?"

"Ah, well now," said the lady, "Shure it's because the man can't hold an
intelligent conversation."

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