I went to the Doctor for my annual check up.
He told me that I have insomnia.
But I’m not going to lose any sleep over it.
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Fric: I was going to dance down a spiral staircase for your birthday, but I decided not to.
Frac: Why not?
Fric: Because I am a Fred Astaires.
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I met a Russian Dentist and his name was Anesthesia.
I thought this could be love.
Sadly, I felt nothing.
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Wife: Whatcha doing?
Me: Nothing.
Wife: You did that yesterday.
Me: I wasn’t finished.
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I was on my way out of the house to meet with a cantankerous client, and I was dreading it. The look on my face must have given me away because my four-year-old daughter asked what was wrong.
“I’m going to meet a woman who always yells at Daddy,” I told her.
“Oh,” she said. “Say hi to Mommy for me.”