Best Jokes

Lord, grant me the strength that I may not fall, Into the clutches of cholesterol.

At polyunsaturates I'll never mutter, For the road to Hell is paved with butter.

And cake is cursed and cream is awful, And Satan is hiding in every waffle.

Beelzebub is a chocolate drop, And Lucifer is a lollipop.

Teach me the evils of hollandaise, Of pasta and globs of mayonnaise.

And crisp fried chicken from the South, Lord, if you love me, shut my mouth.

Why do we have elections in November?


Could it be that is the best month to select turkeys?

Here's a great tip: On your way to bed, ring the doorbell.

That way, the dogs will get off the bed and that allows you time to get comfortable.