Steve lies dying, as Jack

Steve lies dying, as Jack, his law partner of 40 years, sits at his bedside.
“Jack, I’ve got to confess — I’ve been sleeping with your wife for 30 years, I’m the father of your daughter, and I’ve been stealing from the firm for a decade.”
“Relax,” says Jack, “and don’t think another thing about it. I’m the one who put arsenic in your martini.”

Bill has worked in a pickle factory for several years

The teacher was asking the end of the day question

A boy is selling fish on a corner

The FBI had an open position for an assassin

A sadist, a masochist, a murderer, a necrophile,

Great Emu War

Thank you for everything

Remember back in the good old days

Who want to live here?

I believe my house is haunted

When people ask me, how

Think smarter not harder

Bill has worked in a pickle factory for several years

The teacher was asking the end of the day question

A boy is selling fish on a corner

The FBI had an open position for an assassin

A sadist, a masochist, a murderer, a necrophile,

Great Emu War

Thank you for everything

Remember back in the good old days

Who want to live here?

I believe my house is haunted

When people ask me, how

Think smarter not harder

Bill has worked in a pickle factory for several years

The teacher was asking the end of the day question

A boy is selling fish on a corner

The FBI had an open position for an assassin

A sadist, a masochist, a murderer, a necrophile,

Great Emu War

Thank you for everything

Remember back in the good old days

Steve lies dying, as Jack

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