I like my jokes

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.

I like my women the way I like my sandwiches... A little meat between their buns.

The people in the Democratic Party are how I like my coffee.

Black and bitter.

I like my coffee the way I like jokes about my coffee, I don't.

I like my orphans how I like my wine, locked in my basement for ten.

Look at a bag of black grapes. See how dark they are? That’s how I like my men.

25 at a time.

*bowl of dark grapes*

Friend 1: I like my grapes how I like my men.

Friend 2: Black? Good one.

Friend 1: 21 at a time.

I like my women how I like my cigarettes: Smokin’ hot, and with a little saliva on the butt.

I like my clocks like I like people.

Under 12.

I like my women how I like my golf score: low in the 80s and with a handicap.

I like my bread how I like my wife: cold and stiff.

I like my kids like I like my lamps.

Hung from the ceiling.

I like my women like I like my chocolate.

Edible.

I like my women like I like my coffee: nice, fresh, and dead.

I like my women like I like my coffee.

Without other people's dicks in it.

I like my girls like my coffee: Flat and white.

I like my coffee like I like my women.

Big tits.

I like my women like I like my steak...

Bloody.

I like my women like I like my scotch:

12 years old and mixed with coke.