Q: Did you hear about the dead lawyer who was too big to fit in a coffin? A: They gave him an enema and buried him in a shoebox.
So, my wife’s lying there. She’s smoking her special after-sex Benson and Hedges 9000. She goes, ‘You know, John, we’ve been married a long time. Maybe it’s time we thought about having a threesome.’ ‘Yeah.’ Then I said, ‘You know what, Fran? I’m 260, you’re 180 — I think we just had a threesome.’
When you were in the gang then, you just had to look cool, just walk around and look like you were tough. Someone started talking about fighting — ‘No, man, I’ve got to go home.’