There is such a thing as being too honest!

There is such a thing as being too honest! she inwardly screamed at her husband. He had simply said

your vagina smells like fisherman's wharf in San Francisco

but I can't pass up a "free throw". I do however insist on you facing away because your breath is worse. Do you know that Anchovies are pickled for a reason? Cash or check?

When I asked if you were French, it wasn't because of your accent; it was because I could smell your crotch from across the room. When we finish, do promise to wash up by using the

bathroom in the main lobby. And while you're down there, order me some freedom fries and a steak sandwich and have them delivered back up to my room. The next morning,

he was still in the bathroom. I would worry but I knew from experience that he enjoyed his bowel movements. There was that scream earlier, I assumed it was just passing pleasure

but when blood oozed from beneath the bathroom door, I knw that the Kohler Killer had returned to Neenah. I opened the door and saw the carnage. Bludgeoned by a chrome handle!

But that would mean that the killer... was still in the room *gasp*! I turned around quickly, but the expected blow to the head never came; a couple minutes later I shrugged and

was immediately hit with a frying pan in the face! (what a twist!) In my stupor, I tried to grasp my only line of defense, a jar of Miracle Whip. This might work. If only