I'm not a fan of anal sex with dead people anymore.
In fact, I only did it once in a blue moon.
You know it was a wild night when you raped and murdered someone and you can't remember what order it went in.
After years of deception, I decided to finally try being truthful with my wife. "Darling," I began, "I sometimes dream of having anal sex with our daughter."
"Over my dead fucking body!" she screamed.
Apparently, she knows me better than I thought.
When I woke up this morning the wife was cold, blue and didn't appear to be breathing.
I called NHS 24 and the woman on the phone said "Have you tried doing anything yet? "
"Just a bit of doggy" I replied
I've had sex with about 31 women in my life, and not one has had an orgasm.
I really need to stop killing them first.
I think my wife's been cheating on me with an undertaker.
I could swear her clothes were on when she died.
I love to do jobs in my basement.
I hope nobody realises that Steve's coffin is empty.
This guy in my office thought he was being so funny when he said he fucked my mum. So I responded by saying I fucked his nan.
At this point he became rather upset and explained he has recently buried his nan. To which I simply replied "no wonder she wasn't very talkative then".
I like my girls like I like my ice cream: fresh out of the freezer.
I got the sack today just for giving someone mouth to mouth.
I'm going to miss working at the morgue.