A man was in bed with a young woman he had just met earlier in a bar. After they had done their business, and as they snuggled, he asked her "So, am I the first man you made love to?"
Squinting and focusing, she said, "Maybe, your face looks a little familiar."
My wife minored in psychology.
She's always using all her amateur psychology when we argue.
When I fired the pool boy, she said, "Well, you know, you're only firing him because he's so young and good looking, and you feel threatened and insecure, because it reminds you of your own mortality, and you're projecting all these insecurities onto someone else in a very passive/aggressive way, because these feelings are just too traumatic for you to deal with."
"Yeah, I may be insecure, but we don't have a pool."
I joined an over-60 basketball league. We don't have jump balls.
The ref just puts the ball on the floor and whoever can bend down to pick it up gets possession.
I gave new meaning to the word "dribble."
