This Man’s Six Rules for Marriage Are Simply Brilliant
Whether you’re the best man, maid of honour, or master of ceremonies, it never hurts to kick off your wedding speech with a knee-slapper. Choose from our best-ever marriage jokes to roast the happy couple before you toast them!
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Speaking at a Wedding? Try Opening With These Jokes About Marriage!
Q: Why does a man twist his wedding ring on his finger?
A: He’s trying to figure out the combination.
One and Only
During a heartfelt chat with her friend about relationships, my wife sighed and said, “You know, if something happened to Lloyd, I don’t think I could ever marry again.”
Her friend nodded sympathetically. “I know what you mean,” she said. “Once is enough.”
I identify with football players because I know what it’s like to spend your whole life training for a large, jewel-encrusted ring.
Love and Learning
Overheard at my garden-club meeting: “I never knew what compost was until I met my husband.”
For the Mrs?
Even though there was a blizzard raging outside, I made it the half-mile to the bakery, where I asked the owner for six rolls.
“Your wife must like rolls,” he said.
“How do you know these are for my wife?” I asked.
“Because your mother wouldn’t send you out in weather like this.”
The Right Diagnosis
A man tells his doctor that he’s incapable of doing all the things around the house that he used to do. When the examination is over, he says, “Okay, Doctor. In plain English—what’s wrong with me?”
“Well, in plain English,” says the doctor, “you’re just lazy.”
The man nods. “Now give me the medical term so I can tell my wife.”
What’s That Smell?
For a romantic touch, I washed our sheets with lavender-scented detergent. When my husband got into bed, he sniffed. “What’s this?” he asked.
“Guess,” I said coyly.
“I have no idea,” he said. “It smells like the stuff you use to line the hamster’s cage.”
Years of Romance
My husband sent 25 long-stemmed yellow roses to me at my office. A few days later, I plucked all the petals and dried them. On the night of our anniversary, I spread the petals over the bed and lay on top of them, wearing only a negligee.
As I’d hoped, I got a reaction from my husband.
When he saw me, he shouted, “Are those potato chips?”
Sailing vs. Shopping
After we had lunch with another couple, the women went shopping, and the men opted to go sailing. Bad decision—a storm blew in while we men were out on the water.
Making matters worse, the tide had gone out, grounding the boat. We had to climb overboard and shove it back into deep water.
As my friend stood there—ankles deep in muck, muscles straining against the weight of the boat, and rain pelting his face—he grinned broadly and with unmistakable sincerity said, “Sure beats shopping!”
It may have been the most romantic statement ever uttered in our courthouse. In between hearings, a wedding was performed. As the newlyweds left the courtroom, the bride nestled up to the groom and cooed, “Isn’t it nice to be here when we’re not being convicted of something?”
After Adam stayed out late a few nights, Eve became suspicious.
“You’re running around with another woman— admit it!” she demanded.
“What other woman?” Adam shot back. “You’re it!”
That night, Adam was fast asleep when he was awakened by Eve poking him in the chest.
“What are you doing?”
“Counting your ribs.”
Reporting for Duty
A soldier in my National Guard platoon became concerned when the Army insisted that he sign up for direct deposit.
“It’s not going to work for me,” he said, panicked.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because I use my Guard pay for spending money.”
“For the past ten years, I’ve been telling my wife that I serve for free!”
The Birthday Present
On his birthday, my husband was stuck driving our six rambunctious children around. As usual, they were yelling, punching, and annoying one another. Joel finally had had enough.
“Kids,” he said over the din, “if you would behave and be kind to each other, that would be a very nice birthday present for me.”
Our six-year-old shot back: “Too late, I already got you another present.”
I’d noticed that my 60-year-old father seemed to be losing his hearing, so I mentioned it to my mother.
“Things haven’t changed that much,” she said. “Only difference is, before, he didn’t listen. Now, he can’t.”
The first thing he sees is a single rose on the side table and a note from his wife: “Dear, breakfast is made. I’ve gone shopping to make you your favourite dinner tonight. I love you!”
He stumbles to the kitchen and, sure enough, there’s breakfast. “Joe,” he says to his son, “what happened last night?”
“You came home soused and got that black eye tripping over a chair.”
“So, why the rose, breakfast, and sweet note from your mother?”
“Oh, that. Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take off your clothes, you screamed, ‘Leave me alone, I’m married!’”
As I performed a simple medical procedure on my patient, I warned her, “After this, you can’t have sex for at least three days.”
“Did you hear that?” she asked her husband. “No sex for three days.”
“I heard,” he said. “But she was speaking to you.”
Scene: My checkout line at the supermarket.
Me: Paper or plastic?
Customer: I’d like double-bagged paper, and I’d like you to make each bag as heavy as possible.
Customer: In case you’re wondering, I had a fight with my wife, and it’s my turn to pick up the groceries.
Customer: It’s also her turn to unload the car.