Thank God It’s Friday!

One man said, "Thank God it's Friday." 
To which his brother countered, "Nay, premature, merely preparatory; you really mean Saturday."
And a second sibling demurred, "No, you did not go far enough, it should be Sunday, a time of respite and repose."
Then their father stepped in and said, "You all missed it--your attention should be on Monday, the beginning of it all over again."

While alone and in a seductive mood, one man said to himself:  "How'd you like me to give you some head?"
And his mind replied, "Jeeze, I thought you'd never ask!"

After considerable observation of his rhetorical output, one man concluded that he suffered from a "verbal bladder-control problem."

One man's pet name for his thoughts
was "Yeah, Yeah."

From the Friday Mailbag:
"I was going to write and say that I wish you wouldn't ‘patronize’ me...but upon further reflection, I'm not sure that's possible (considerin' my present position and all)."

Upon close examination of himself, one man concluded,
"Yes, I smell exactly like myself...in fact, too much so."

J.