I bumped into an old friend the other day; ""Alright Tom, how's it going?"" I asked... ""OK mate, but my name's Gary"" he replied. ""Oh shit, sorry Gary. I'm useless with names!"" ""Ha ha, me too"", he said, ""that's why I've got a daughter called Adolf"".
[wedding] Priest: repeat after me Groom: after me P: ... [to bride] is he serious Bride: no his name is gary
YOGA CLASS INSTRUCTOR: And now we go into downward dog *loud thud GARY WHO IS A T-REX: I'm ok. I'm ok. It's just a bloody nose.
Everybody was Kung Fu fighting. Except Gary. Gary was in your house going through your underwear drawer. He also kissed your cat.
The inventor of the toilet must've had a rough time at his presentation. "Oh here comes Gary with his poop throne idea"
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