[First Date]
Me: So what do you do?
Him: I own a bakery.
Me: [trying to impress] *crawls on table, whips hair around, scream-sings Warrant's Cherry Pie*
WIFE: why do you always make a bad first impression?
ME: my grandfather died from first impression
WIFE: he died during the GREAT DEPRESSION
ME: *shrugs* tomato, potato
When her boobs are big and sag and the nipples poke out below her belly button because she refuses to wear a bra
Is the reason I refused to be seen in public with my mother