When I used to live on a Pacific island, Barry Gibb used to be my window cleaner and always scared the life out of me.
That Bee Gee with the squeegee really gave me the heebie jeebies in Fiji.
What do you call it when a Jewish person feels scared?
The heebie-jeebies.
My drink is moaning
It sounds like a ghost and it’s giving me the heebie jeebies. I take it back to the cashier and tell them it sounds like the large Coke I ordered is possessed. The cashier looks me, apologetic, and says, “Large? I’m so sorry, I thought you asked for a medium.”
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