I like my jokes

I like my Oreos how I like my victims... Drowning.

I like my people how I like my tea...

In a bag under water.

I like my humor like my people. Well done.

I like my women like I like my wine, twelve years old, in the basement, and locked up.

I like my girls how I like my wine, 12 years locked in the basement.

I like my couches like my women... Old, used, and big enough to fit 3 men.

I like my women like I like my coffee.

Dark, rich, and imported.

I liked my life when I first got it... Later they said no because I didn’t have the receipt.

You know, I like my girls how I like my 9/11: Two twins that go down easy.

I like my lovers like I like my whiskey, 12 years old and mixed up with coke.

I like my kids how I like my lights, Hanging from the ceiling.

I like my men like I like my whiskey: Irish and put in a barrel for 2 years with barely any oxygen.

I like my men how I like my coffee...

WITHOUT A FUCKING VAGINA!

I like my dates like I like my wine...

Locked in a cellar and aged for 12 years.

I like my woman like I like my coffee: in a big sack on top of a donkey.

I like my girlfriend's new secondary school uniform, I guess, but doesn’t beat her old primary school one. 😀

I like my women how I like my scotch: 11 years old and mixed with Coke.

I like my women like I like my microwaves.

Hot, ready to go when I am, and able to kill any baby I put in her.

I like my women how I like my fridge.

In the kitchen.

I like my women like how I like my cocaine, smuggled and cut clean.