Road

  • “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.”

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  • Hairline

  • Your hairline is so far back that if you were a backbencher in class and I was a germ sitting on it, I would think that the rest of the backbenchers are seated in front of the class.

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  • Bucket

  • I'll never forget my dad's last words before he kicked the bucket: "Hey, look how far I can kick this bucket!"

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  • Sex

  • My German girlfriend likes to rate our sex between 1-10.

    Last night we tried anal, she kept shouting "9"!

    That’s the best I’ve done so far.

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