Troy jokes

Two Trojan warriors were patrolling the streets of Troy at night. It was finally time for their duties to be relieved. When they went back to their houses, one Trojan fell in a puddle. "Nitrogen!" The other called. And the other responded coldly, “Good night.”

Roses are red, your cities are gone, I am Thomas the thermonuclear bomb.

For all the talk of Donald Trump loving America, most of his lovers are imported from Eastern Europe.

Slavery and discipline, it's kind of the same thing. You get whipped for doing the wrong thing.

All aboard the Magic School Bus! We are going to New York. The second tower has been hit.

bradley