Tombstone Week

Rodney Dangerfield's There goes the neighborhood tombstone

I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous – everyone hasn’t met me yet.

I could tell that my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.

It’s tough to stay married. My wife kisses the dog on the lips, yet she won’t drink from my glass.

My mother never breast fed me, she told me she only liked me as a friend.
What a dog I got, his favorite bone is in my arm.

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