Sheer habit.
A nun with a javelin in her throat. (The only joke I can ever recall when asked for one. Told to me by my art teacher in Grade 11. Needless to say, he was my favourite teacher)
Nun.
A fruit punch.
She grew out of her B - shells!
There once was a fellow McSweeny Who spilled some gin on his weenie Just to be couth He added vermouth Then slipped his girlfriend a martini
A: He goes into the barn and slips into a nice warm Jersey.
